Seven years into my marriage with Julian Thorne, I discovered he had a seven-year-old child. And I wasn’t the mother. "Ma'am, we can't process this child's official registration." I froze. "What do you mean? My husband and I only have this one child, our baby!" The clerk double-checked, her expression turning rather knowing. "You certainly only have this one child. But Mr. Thorne isn't… single." "He has another seven-year-old son. His mother's name is Seraphina Cross. Do you know her?" I was stunned, a faint twitch at the corner of my mouth. Seraphina Cross? Of course, I knew her. Julian and I were practically destined for each other, childhood sweethearts from families that had always approved of our match. And Seraphina Cross? She was the cheap bar hostess Julian had a one-night stand with, that one time we had a huge fight, and he went out to drown his sorrows. The moment I stepped out of the registration office, I called my childhood best friend. "Time for a new dad for my kid. Are you in?"
"Scarlett, what do you mean by this?!" Julian Thorne, my husband, called out from behind me, his voice incredulous. "I told you, I had an important company meeting today, that’s why I couldn't come with you to register the baby!" "What are you throwing a fit about now?!" I looked at the man in front of me, dressed head-to-toe in athletic wear, and couldn't help but want to laugh. Wearing a tracksuit to a company meeting? That lie was just pathetic! What's more, that exact tracksuit Julian was wearing, was identical to the matching family outfit Seraphina Cross had shared on her Ins stories that very morning. "Julian Thorne, let's get a divorce!" I tossed the freshly printed divorce papers onto the table in front of him. Julian actually laughed. "Divorce again? What number is this?!" He picked up the divorce papers, not hesitating for a second, and dramatically scrawled his name. "The 99th? The 999th? Or the 9,999th? Scarlett, can’t you come up with a new trick? I’m so bored of playing this game with you." "We’ve been married for seven years, and now we have a baby. You can't live without me!" Watching the triumphant smile on Julian's face, a bitter pang twisted in my heart. Yeah, seven years. Everyone knew I loved Julian Thorne. Even he was that confident. But this time, I was truly ready to let go. "No one is indispensable." "And as for my child's father, he doesn't *have* to be you!" My words made Julian’s face instantly darken. He was about to argue, when a little boy’s voice called out from nearby: "Daddy Julian!" Julian Thorne’s expression abruptly changed. It was Seraphina Cross and her son. "Julian, Leo insisted on bringing you the medal from the parent-child sports day himself, and… he said he wants to celebrate with you. If you’re busy, you don't have to…" Seraphina put on an act of hesitation, as if she was troubled, but her eyes held an unmistakable glimmer of expectation. The little boy tugged on Julian's sleeve, pouting adorably. "Daddy Julian, please, please come…" Julian didn't respond, instead, he looked at me with a guilty expression. "Scarlett, you know… Leo doesn't have a dad, that’s why I…" "I was just worried you’d get the wrong idea, that’s why…" A mocking smile curled my lips. If it had been before, if Julian had lied to me, I would have thrown a huge tantrum, demanded answers, and pursued it to the very end. But now, I was too tired to even bother. "Didn't he ask you to celebrate? Go on." I said blandly, turning to leave. But Julian grabbed my arm. "Don't overthink this, Leo just wants to share his joy with me." Seraphina also spoke up. "That's right, Scarlett, please don't misunderstand. Mr. Thorne just pities me." On the surface, she looked innocent, but deep in her eyes was a mix of provocation and smugness. Exactly the same as the first time I met her seven years ago.
Seven years ago, during the first time Julian and I had a big fight, I flew all night, crossing the Pacific Ocean to find him. But in the furthest corner of a club booth, I saw him passionately kissing a half-naked, delinquent-looking bar hostess. That bar hostess was Seraphina Cross. After I walked in on them, Julian, in front of hundreds of people in the club, knelt down and slapped himself repeatedly. "I just came here to drink and relax…" "I swear, it was just the alcohol between me and that bar hostess, it meant nothing!" He kept slapping himself, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his cheeks red and horribly swollen. My heart softened, and I forgave him. Just when I thought it was an insignificant little incident, three years ago, I saw Seraphina Cross again at Pei Corp’s exclusive club. That bar hostess had become the general manager of the club. I confronted Julian. "Hiring is HR's responsibility, it has nothing to do with me." "And besides, I heard she’s a single mom, and it’s not easy for her to make it here in the city with a child…" I looked at his open, seemingly honest eyes, and once again, I chose to forgive him. Until now, looking at the "family of three" in front of me, I just felt like an incurable fool. Seeing my silence, Seraphina’s eyes welled up with tears, looking utterly wronged. "My son and I are all alone, Mr. Thorne was just being kind by helping us." "You know, the kids at the kindergarten pick on Leo because he doesn't have a dad, so this parent-child sports event was so important to him." "Don’t blame Mr. Thorne either, he didn't mean to not be with you. These past two days, he’s been with Leo practicing all night, he’s really tired." Practicing all night? I glanced at Julian, who looked visibly flustered, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Julian Thorne, yesterday you didn't come home, and told me you were working overtime at the company?" "The day before yesterday, you didn't come home, and told me a colleague was sick?" "The day before that, you didn't come home, and told me you were on an urgent business trip?" "Does it hurt to be slapped in the face like this?" "So, you’ve been at Seraphina Cross's house all these days." "Julian Thorne, how much of what you've said is true, and how much is lies?" "Is this your biological son?" Julian Thorne’s face changed instantly. A flicker of guilt crossed his face, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. "Scarlett, I know you're jealous about today, but you can't just make things up!" "If you keep this up, I'll get angry." Seraphina also looked regretful and helpless. "I'm so sorry, Sister Scarlett. I talked too much. If you want to blame someone, blame me, not Mr. Thorne." As she spoke, she shed tears of injustice. "Seraphina." Julian Thorne fumbled for a tissue to wipe her tears. "It’s not your fault, Scarlett just overthinks everything." His voice was so gentle, I’d never heard him speak to me that way. I felt a chill spread from my feet throughout my entire body, a piercing cold to the bone. Without another word, I turned and left. And as soon as I got home, about to pack my bags, I scrolled past Seraphina’s Ins post: "They say a dad is his child's superhero. Today was another day where happiness became tangible!" "Thank you, Daddy, for Leo’s championship gift!" The accompanying photo showed Julian Thorne, Seraphina, and their son together. The three of them were huddled close, looking perfectly harmonious. I let out a bitter laugh, about to put my phone away, "Ding—" It was a SnapChat message from Julian Thorne. "Scarlett, don't be mad. I bought a gift for the baby, I'll bring it back for you later." I looked at the baby clothes in the photo. It was the free gift that was in the corner of Seraphina’s picture. I tightly hugged my sleeping child, my vision blurred by tears. I took a photo of the divorce papers Julian had signed, and sent it to my best friend, Blake Miller. The next second, my phone rang. "Julian Thorne, that scumbag, did he bully you?!" "Come back to Seaside City, don't be scared! I’ve got you and the baby covered, little lady!" Over the years, because Julian was possessive, I had practically cut off contact with all my friends, especially my best friend, Blake Miller. Hearing that familiar voice on the other end of the line, the tears I had held back for so long finally burst forth. "Don't cry!" "Give me seven days. I’ll get everything ready in Seaside City, then I’ll come pick you up!" I agreed. I also needed some time to sort everything out.
The next two days, I was constantly on the move. One evening, when I came home to grab some documents, as soon as I opened the door, I saw a frantic Julian Thorne. Seeing us return, he immediately rushed over. "Scarlett, where have you been these past two days! Why couldn't I reach you? Do you know how worried I was?!" He then leaned down to the baby. "Baby, you have to help Daddy scold your mom. Daddy was so worried he almost called the police!" Looking at him, I felt a wave of dizziness. It used to be like this. If I disappeared for more than half an hour, Julian would go crazy with worry. Others used to tease him, called him 'Mr. Devoted' because he was so obsessed with me. But back then, I only felt fortunate, grateful that I had found someone who truly cared about me. But now… Thinking of Seraphina and her son, my eyes dimmed. Turns out, the 'wife-obsessed' guy who doted on his wife, could also just be putting on an act. Julian Thorne loved me, I believed that, but his love wasn't exclusive to me. At that thought, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, a sharp pain. It took a long time to calm down before I spoke. "I just went out for a walk. It was nothing big, so I didn't tell you." Julian Thorne finally sighed in relief. "Good that it's nothing serious. Just don't make me worry like that again next time." He skillfully took the baby from my arms. "Baby, did you not eat enough with Mommy outside these past few days? You look so thin." "Wait here, Daddy’s going to make you some formula." As he spoke, he expertly started boiling water and preparing the formula. I stood to the side, quietly watching everything unfold. Seven years of trying to conceive, I had imagined this scene countless times, it had sustained me through one breakdown after another. Now, it was truly happening right in front of me, but, how much sincerity was actually in it, even I couldn't tell anymore. "Ringtone—" A frantic phone ring broke my thoughts. I glanced at the caller ID, Julian Thorne’s expression instantly turned anxious, his hand shook, and the freshly made boiling hot formula splashed onto the baby. The baby immediately burst into tears. But Julian Thorne didn't immediately check the baby's injury. He just casually handed the baby back to me, then quickly walked to the balcony with his phone. After a long while, he came out. "I'm sorry, Scarlett, something came up with the company project. I have to go deal with it right away." Then he perfunctorily kissed the baby’s face. "Baby, let Mommy help you with that. Daddy has to go now." With that, he hurriedly left. He didn't notice my livid face, nor did he notice the obvious burn on the baby's skin. And I had seen the caller ID clearly just now. It was saved as "Seraphina."
But now, I had no energy to dwell on any of it. Seeing the burn on the baby's skin, I quickly hailed a cab to the hospital. After getting the wound treated, as I was preparing to go home, a familiar figure caught my attention. It was Julian Thorne. His expression was serious and focused, and the hospital's medical team was explaining something to him. Passing medical staff whispered to each other: "I heard Mr. Thorne’s son just had a slight cough, and he worriedly brought in all the specialists from the city, and even booked an entire VIP floor." "Looking at how worried Mr. Thorne is, you can tell he's a good dad and a good husband at home." "I'm so envious. If only I could marry such a family-oriented husband in this lifetime." … I gripped my hands tightly, my nails digging into my palms, drawing faint traces of blood, but I felt no pain whatsoever. Only a bone-deep chill. Family-oriented? Good dad? Good husband? How utterly laughable. They probably didn't know, Julian Thorne’s 'family-oriented' meant the home he built with a bar hostess, and my child's burn was completely ignored by him, this so-called 'good dad' was a good dad to the son he had with someone else! Just then, Seraphina Cross walked out of the ward, her eyes tearful, and she linked her arm through Julian’s. "Mr. Thorne, thank goodness you were here today, otherwise I wouldn't have known what to do." "It's just that, with this delay, you won't have time to go back and accompany Sister Scarlett again…" "And she has that kind of personality, she'll definitely throw a tantrum again…" "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. When I was pregnant, I was so weak, which caused Leo to get sick every other day…" She hadn't finished speaking when Julian Thorne cut her off. "Don't blame yourself. I'll stay with Leo tonight. You should go rest." He put an arm around Seraphina’s shoulders, patiently comforting her. "What about Sister Scarlett and her baby then…?" A flicker of hesitation crossed Julian Thorne’s eyes, but it quickly vanished. "I'll explain to her." "Leo is my biological son, isn't it only natural for me to take care of him?" The voice wasn't loud, but every word still reached my ears clearly. It was like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, shattering what little sanity I had left. Biological son! Julian Thorne, so when I'm not around, you don't even bother to pretend anymore!
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