My Husband Has Another Family

"My husband won't come with me, so I have to choose on my own. I don't even know which to pick. Can you help me with that?"

The woman who had just entered kept complaining about her husband, but I could detect a sweetness in her tone.

However, when I noticed the same design of the diamond ring on her hand as mine, I froze, feeling a chill.

My ring was custom-made abroad by Blake. Could it be the same model?

The bright reflection of the ring stung my eyes, making my heart sink.

A woman's intuition told me things were not simple, so I casually asked, "Miss Sharp, what does your husband do?"

"He's a painter, always holed up in his studio."

A painter?

My husband was also a painter!

The same profession and the same ring. My imagination was running wild.

I nervously swallowed, saying, "Do you have a photo of your husband? The bride's dress should go perfect with the groom's suit for better harmony."

No sooner had I spoken than the woman excitedly pulled out her phone to search.

"Actually, we've been married for a while. We just want to take pictures to commemorate," she said.

"Let me show you. This is our wedding photo."

My eyes quickly scanned the images, my hands trembling and hair on end.

It was none other than Blake, whom I had been married to for five years!

"This photo was taken at Emerald Valley Hidden Springs. Our child is already one year old."

"This time we want to go to Jasper Ranges for the shoot. My husband thinks it suits his portrait well, and it's a good opportunity for a family trip."

She smiled gently, excitedly talking about her upcoming trip like a naive young girl.

The boy in the photo bore a striking resemblance to Blake.

Unable to control myself, I collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Are you okay? Someone help! She's fallen!"

My mind went blank as I grasped Melanie's arm, gasping for air.

It turned out that Blake had been betraying me since we were dating.

We had been married for five years, yet he had a one-year-old child with someone else.

I felt like the most ridiculous person in the whole world.

"Someone help, please! Call an ambulance. She's bleeding..."

A rancid, slippery liquid flowed from beneath me, and the severe pain in my abdomen nearly suffocated me.

Those were the last words I heard before I fainted.

"You're finally awake. You had me worried sick."

"You really are too dedicated, still wearing high heels to work while pregnant."

Pregnant? Was I carrying Blake's child?

No wonder I'd been feeling weak and nauseous these past few days.

"The doctor said you're just a month along and it's not stable yet. You need to take good care of yourself. You..."

Melanie was cut off by the ringtone of her phone, her screen displaying a photo with Blake.

"I've sent Mr. Piper to pick you up from the bridal shop. We're having dinner tonight at that Japanese restaurant on Westside."

She accidentally put him on the speakerphone, and I heard a voice I would never forget in my life.

"I'm not at the bridal shop. I'm at City First Hospital."

"What's wrong, Melanie? Are you alright? Why are you at the hospital? I'll be right there."

Even through the phone, I could hear the concern in his voice, and I could even imagine Blake's anxious expression.

"Honey, I'm fine. I'm just here with someone."

As soon as she finished speaking, I heard Blake sigh with relief on the other end.

"Then I'll head off first. Take care of yourself."

After bidding me goodbye, Melanie left.

I couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, nearly collapsing. It felt like there was a hole in my heart, and the pain was excruciating.

That was indeed Blake's voice. I couldn't mistake it.

But I still refused to believe it until I saw it with my own eyes. I wouldn't give up on him.

I followed Melanie to the underground parking lot, and soon a man approached her.

I saw clearly. It was Blake.

He skillfully pulled her into his embrace, while Melanie cooed, "You didn't spend the day with me. As punishment, you have to buy me a gift!"

Her voice was soft yet spoiled, starkly different from how I usually spoke.

Seeing this scene, I felt choked up, unable to say a word, just slowly sliding down the wall.

Unable to control myself, I lay on the ground and began to vomit, my face indistinguishable from tears or saliva.