I Stumbled Upon My Husband’s Other Wife and Child

chapter 1

My name is Aurora Olson. I donated $100 on a charity platform to a girl with leukemia. My husband, Vincent Watkins, saw the bank message and scolded me for not being frugal.

Two days later, I received a message from the hospital thanking Vincent for donating a kidney to a girl.

My fingers trembled as I dialed Vincent's number. "Did the hospital make a mistake? They said you donated a kidney."

An impatient voice came from the other end of the line. "What nonsense? I just donated blood, the hospital made a mistake. Just delete the message."

I replied softly, "Okay, I understand."

After hanging up, I immediately called the hospital. "Hello, Im a family member of the donor Vincent Watkins. Id like to know about his post-surgery recovery and the recipients condition."

The nurse on the other end paused for a moment, then said, "Oh, youre a relative of Mr. Watkins?"

"His physical condition is excellent, and hes recovering very well."

The nurse's voice was enthusiastic, every word like a knife stabbing into my heart.

I asked with a trembling voice, "And what about the child?"

The nurse said, "Lucia Watkins? Her surgery was very successful, and shes still under observation in the ICU."

"Thanks to her dad, truly great fatherly love."

"For the child, he's even willing to give a kidney."

I felt the world spinning and could barely stand.

I couldn't believe it and thought, "Fatherly love? Vincent is Lucia's dad?"

I struggled to speak, "Nurse, are you sure Vincent is Lucia's dad?"

The nurse said, "Yes, Lucia's mom said it herself."

"She even showed us the documents, otherwise the hospital ethics review wouldn't have approved it."

"Don't worry, their family is doing well now."

Hearing her words, my vision went dark, and the phone slipped from my hand, falling to the ground.

So, I was the outsider all along.

I took a day off and took a cab to the hospital.

I arrived at the inpatient kidney transplant department.

I stood outside a VIP ward, looking inside through the glass window on the door.

Vincent was wearing a hospital gown, weakly leaning on the bed.

A stranger was feeding him.

The woman had long hair draped over her shoulders, with gentle eyes and brows.

Vincent looked at her with tenderness and affection I had never seen in our five years of marriage.

I recognized that woman.

She is Amelia West, Vincent's ex-girlfriend.

Back then, Vincent told me they broke up because his parents disapproved.

I looked at the watch on Amelia's wrist.

It was the one I stared at for a long time last year on my birthday at the mall, but Vincent pulled me away without buying it for me.

He said, "This watch is too expensive, its worth three months of our living expenses. Well buy it later."

Turns out, it wasnt that he thought it was too expensive, he just couldnt bear to buy it for me.

My heart has grown numb from the pain.

I didnt rush in.

I just quietly watched them until my eyes stung, then turned and left.

Two months later, Vincent "returned from a business trip."

As soon as he walked in, he wore a gloomy face and threw his briefcase heavily onto the sofa.

He questioned, "Aurora, why didnt you go to work today?"

"Are you trying to slack off? Do you think it's easy for me to earn money and support the family alone?"

I lowered my head and lied, saying I wasn't feeling well.

He let out a cold snort and didn't press further.

But from that day on, household expenses started to be gradually cut.

He said his mom's back hasn't been well lately, and they've spent quite a bit on her treatment back home.

He said his dad's rheumatism flared up again and they needed to buy an imported massage chair.

Household expenses must be halved.

The food for our three meals was also halved.

My daughter Anna Watkins looked at the greens on her plate and softly said, "Mom, I want to eat strawberries."

Vincent heard it.

He slammed the table, knocking the plate to the ground.

"All you think about is eating all day!" he roared at a three-year-old child, "You have no idea how to understand adults! Lucia is seriously ill and not as picky as you!"

After yelling, he froze.

The living room fell into dead silence.

I looked up, stared at him coldly, and asked, "Who is Lucia?"