The next day, I prepared everything and went with him to take the test, but the result left me utterly shocked.

"I know in my heart who the father is. How could this be the result?"

Since getting married, my husband and I had a loving relationship, and I am not the kind of woman who would be unfaithful. So why did this happen?

"Could there be a mistake with the test? The child can't possibly not be his."

"Enough." My husband roared. Even I couldn't accept such a result, let alone him.

"Honey, believe me, the child is definitely yours. There must be some mistake."

I looked up at him, only to see his face flushed with anger. The veins on his forehead were bulging as he struggled to suppress his rage. Perhaps he hadn't expected such a result either.

"The result is out, and you still want to keep lying to me?"

I can't say a word in front of this report.

My husband went back to his parents' house, and I didn't even have a reason to make him stay. The house suddenly felt much emptier.

When my mother-in-law learned about the situation, she showed up the next day. She had never liked me, and now that this had happened, it played right into her hands.

"I always knew you and Kane wouldn't end well. Now that you've done such a thing, you must be prepared for a divorce."

"Divorce? I don't agree."

The child was clearly his, and I couldn't divorce over this. Besides, even if we were to divorce, it should be a decision made between us as husband and wife. He should be the one to discuss it with me.

"What right do you have to disagree? You carried another man's child and made my son the fool?"

My mother-in-law's face turned ugly in an instant.

No matter what, the child was still young and needs a father. But I had no clue about this test result.

My husband was soft-hearted, and I still held onto a sliver of hope that he might come back to me.

A few days later, I received a package. When I opened it, I was surprised to find a silk nightgown, and it was a designer brand.

In all the years we'd been together, he had never bought me anything so expensive.

It seemed I was right—he wanted to come back.

I hurriedly put on the nightgown, took a photo, and sent it to him, but I waited a long time without receiving any response.

The next day, I saw a photo on his Instagram showing him having a great time at a bar with some people.

Could I have misunderstood?

I quickly rummaged through the trash, pulled out the package, and found that while the address was correct, the recipient's name wasn't mine.

It turns out I was wrong. He had already started seeing another woman just days after we separated. Given the suggestive nature of the gift, the relationship between the two was obvious.

He didn't want to come back, and I was struggling to care for our daughter on my own. With my mother-in-law's attitude, she certainly wouldn't come to help. I had no choice but to turn to my own mother.

I thought my mother would understand, but as soon as she walked in, she slapped me hard.

I stood there, stunned, unable to believe my eyes.

"You shameless woman! How did I raise you? You've had an education, and yet you commit adultery and betray your family? How could you do something so disgraceful?"

"I didn't." I wanted to cry but had no tears, unable to explain the strange situation I was in.

Facing my strict mother, I felt like a criminal.

At night, after my daughter had fallen asleep, I poured out my grievances to my mother, telling her that my husband already had another woman.

"It's all your fault. No matter how upset you are, you brought this on yourself. If you had been faithful to your husband from the beginning and acted like a proper wife, none of this would have happened."

"I know Kane well. Over the years, he's been very good to you, doting on you and being filial to his parents. But no matter how good-hearted he is, you shouldn't take advantage of that and fool around outside. Any man would find this unacceptable."

Her words made sense, of course, but was Kane really that great?

Over the years, he often claimed to be working overtime, coming home late at night.

I was just as busy all day, yet I still had to take care of our child, making dinner and putting her to bed, leaving me with no time for myself.

Everyone said he was gentle and family-oriented, but over the years, I was the one doing most of the household chores.

I remember one time he said he wanted to take me out for fun. We ended up at an internet café, but we were seated several spots apart from each other. As we were leaving, I asked him, "Are we going home?"

He replied, "I'm working overtime."

I stared at those words on the screen for a long time, stunned.

That was his most instinctive response, but it also exposed just how dismissive he was of me.

He seemed sincere and honest, but when it came to his actions, he showed no mercy.

Just like this time—once he decided that the child wasn't his, he could just walk away without a second thought.

No one understood my situation, not even my own mother.

While I was deeply troubled by this, Kimora, came to see me.

Kimora, Lucian's wife, came to see me. She was pregnant, so I was surprised that she came to visit.

But what she said next shocked me even more.

"Sister-in-law, could Isabella be his child too?"

What kind of question was that? Who was he?

"I don't understand what you mean. Isabella is Kane's biological child."

Kimora glanced around the room, seeing that my mother had gone out. She then leaned in and whispered, "Don't hide it from me anymore. This child I'm carrying isn't Lucian's either."

What kind of relative had I encountered, daring to say such things?

"You're joking, right?"

"Sister-in-law, I didn't want this either, but I'm just a weak woman. What else could I do?"

She reached out and grabbed my hand. Her delicate face looked a bit haggard, and her six-month pregnancy had made her appear much fuller than before.

"I'm so scared that I'll end up divorced just like you. I've seen how Kane has already started looking for a new girlfriend these days. He no longer wants to acknowledge Isabella as his daughter. Do you think I'll end up like you?"

I knew Kane didn't want to acknowledge our daughter, but why was she so worried?

The cold moon once lit the way forward.