My husband announced that he was leaving for a week-long business trip to England. He urged me to stay home and rest, insisting there was no need to visit his parents in the countryside. Yet that day, my instincts told me differently, so I took the bus and decided to surprise my in-laws. As soon as I entered the gate, what struck me first wasn’t my mother-in-law’s warm smile, nor my father-in-law’s slender figure sweeping the yard. What froze me in place was the sight of an entire row of baby diapers hanging from clotheslines. Some carried yellow stains, others boron traces of milk. I stood rooted, unable to move. My in-laws were well into their sixties – far too old to have a baby. None of our relatives had left a child with them either. Then… whose diapers were these? I stepped inside trembling. The house was unusually quiet, but a faint aroma of baby formula lingered. On the table lay a half-empty feeding bottle. My chest tightened, thoughts clashing in my mind. Could my husband be keeping something from me? Then, from the old bedroom my husband and I always used when visiting, came the cry of a baby. I rushed there, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the lock. The moment the door swung open, I saw a newborn on the bed, flailing tiny arms and legs, while my mother-in-law hurriedly altered her clothes. She paled at the sight of me, as if the blood drained from her face. Stammering, I asked: — Mom… whose baby is this? Her hands trembled, her eyes darted away, and she whispered faintly: — Please don’t hate us… this child carries the bl00d of our family. My body went numb. My husband’s excuses, his strange trips, her escapes… everything destroyed together in my head. Continued on next page:

“Please don’t hate us… this child carries our family’s blood.”
My body froze. My husband’s excuses, his strange travels, their evasions… everything shattered in my mind.

Could it be… that my husband has fathered a child outside of our marriage?

I sank into a chair, my gaze fixed on the baby. Its forehead, its eyes – the resemblance was unmistakable. My throat tightened as my mother-in-law held the child with trembling arms.

“Mom… what’s wrong?” I asked urgently. Tears welled up in her eyes as she confessed:

“This child… belongs to John. We didn’t want to keep it a secret forever, but his father said, ‘Wait for the right time.’ We never thought you would appear so suddenly…”

My world collapsed. His travels, his excuses… all just a facade for this terrible truth.

“And the baby’s mother?” I asked, my voice trembling. She lowered her gaze.

“She abandoned the baby and disappeared… Poor John was fighting all alone, so…” She couldn’t finish because the gate creaked open. Familiar footsteps echoed. My husband came in, suitcase in hand, his face pale when he saw me.

“What are you doing here?” he stammered, his expression changing as his gaze fell upon the baby in its mother’s arms.
I jumped up, filled with anger.

 

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