My Wife’s Secret Son With My Brother

After my son was put to sleep, Fiona tucked in his blanket.

William, you go to Marcus's parent-teacher conference tomorrow by yourself. I'm not going.

I froze. Her tone was helpless.

Thiago's son also has a parent-teacher conference tomorrow. As his biological mother, I've already been absent for eight years. I can't miss it this time.

My mind was buzzing. "What did you say?"

Thiago was Fiona's brother-in-law...

Fiona took my hand, smiling gently.

"I've neglected them both, father and son, for so many years. Don't compete with them this time. If Marcus's teacher asks, just tell them we're divorced."

She smiled and ruffled my hair, then turned to go to the study to make a phone call.

I stood in the living room, my heart sinking to the bottom in an instant.

Fiona, you're right.

I really should get divorced...

When Fiona came out of the study, I was still standing in the living room.

My legs had gone numb, but I couldn't feel a thing.

She picked up the car keys, as if suddenly remembering something.

"Tomorrow, buy a gift for Matias. It's the boy's birthday. As his mother, I haven't given him anything in all these years. I don't know what he likes."

I looked up at her.

"When did you get together with him?"

She paused, glanced at me, and smiled.

"When you were hospitalized after your car accident."

With that, Fiona walked over, her eyes full of amusement.

"You weren't able to back then. Thiago saw how hard things were for me and came to take care of me. My sister had just passed away at the time and had no children. Thiago just wanted a child."

"Matias is my son, and he's my obligation to Thiago."

My nails dug into my palms.

I had imagined every possibilitythe seven-year itch, or when I quit my job to stay home with Marcus.

I'd even found excuses in my mind, thinking she was tired of the monotony and wanted excitement.

But I never expected it to be at the most impossible time...

When I was hospitalized, Fiona showed no signs of anything wrong.

Back then, I was hit by a car protecting her and nearly died.

After I finally got out of danger, she came to the hospital every day after work to see me, helped wash my body, got up in the middle of the night to check on me, and held my hand every day telling me she'd stay with me forever.

At that time, I thought I was the happiest man in the world, thought that love was impossible to hide.

Turns out, it was just guilt after an affair.

Seeing the tears in my eyes, Fiona's voice softened.

"Come on, William. Thiago won't compete with you. You're still my husband. We'll just live our separate lives. Isn't that fine?"

I looked at her.

There was no guilt on her face, no panic, just a sort of frankness.

"Fiona, let's get divorced. Marcus stays with me."

I didn't cry or make a scene. My voice was calm.

Fiona was stunned for a moment, then laughed, as if looking at a child throwing a tantrum.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

She looked at me helplessly. "Marcus has everything he needs now. Where are you going to take him? Make him live in a rental apartment with you? Turn him into a wild child with a dead father and crazy mother like you?"

My blood froze instantly.

Wild child. She knew how much I hated those two words.

In school as a child, classmates chased me calling me "bastard," "son of a rapist and murderer."

I hid in a bathroom stall, not daring to come out.

It was Fiona who kicked the door open, beat those people down, and led me out by the hand.

She said, whoever bullies you in the future, I'll kill them.

She clearly knew my mother was raped and gave birth to me, went crazy and killed my dadit was the deepest pain of my life!

But now this knife stabbing me deepest was one I handed to her myself...

"I'll pretend you said that out of anger just now."

Fiona's tone was gentle, as if soothing me.

I opened my mouth but couldn't speak.

She touched my face. "Take Marcus out to play tomorrow. Don't go to the parent-teacher conference, so you won't be asked questions. The card is on the table. The password is your birthday."

With that, she turned and left.

The sound of the door closing was soft, as if afraid to wake Marcus.

I stood in the living room, looking at the supplementary card on the table.

Black, no limit. She'd given me many over the years. Each time was after doing something guilty.

I picked up that card and walked to Marcus's room.

He was sleeping soundly, hugging his teddy bear, a smile still on his lips.

Earlier today, he said he wanted to wear new clothes to the parent-teacher conference tomorrow, to show his classmates how beautiful his mother was.

Fiona was very busy at work. This parent-teacher conference was time I'd worked so hard to get her to set aside.

I sat by the bed, gently stroking his hair.

Marcus, mom won't come to the parent-teacher conference tomorrow, but dad will always be here.

I took out my phone and found a contact I hadn't reached out to in a long time.

I edited a message and hit send.

After sending the message, I stood on the balcony in the cold wind for a long time.

Soon after, Fiona came back.

She also brought Thiago and his son Matias.

Matias was eight years old, with two dimples on his face, wearing a little white suit.

He'd been to our house a few times. Each time he came, Fiona would have me prepare snacks and gifts.

I thought it was her taking care of her brother-in-law.

Now looking back, it was a complete humiliation...

Fiona opened the door.

Thiago kept his head down, his voice soft. "Sorry to disturb you both."

Fiona bent down and picked up Matias. "Did Matias miss mommy?"

Matias hugged her neck and sweetly called "Mommy."

They didn't even avoid me anymore, right in front of my face.

I came downstairs, coldly watching this scene.

Just then, Marcus woke up too and pushed open a crack in his door, groggily calling for daddy.

My heart immediately tightened, wondering if he'd heard what Matias just called her.

But soon, Marcus saw Matias, froze for a moment, then ran over with a smile.

"Matias!"

The two kids went upstairs holding hands. Marcus said he wanted to show Matias his new toys.

The living room grew quiet. Thiago glanced at me, then quickly lowered his head again.

"William, I'm sorry... we're disturbing you."

I laughed.

"You can even sleep with my wife, what's staying at my house for a night?"

Thiago's face instantly went white.

He jerked his head up to look at Fiona, his voice trembling. "You... you told him everything?"

Fiona didn't speak, just picked up her teacup and slowly took a sip.

Thiago stood up and walked in front of me, his eyes red.

"William, listen to me, it's not what you think... I..."

Suddenly, there was a loud crash from upstairs, followed by Marcus's crying.

I rushed upstairs and pushed open my son's door.

Marcus stood on the floor, his face covered in tears.

Ceramic shards were scattered on the groundit was his favorite ceramic Winnie the Pooh.

Fiona had brought it back from a business trip last year. He hugged it to sleep every night.

Matias stood beside him, still holding a piece of the broken ceramic.

"Daddy! He grabbed my bear! I offered him other things but he didn't want them. He insisted on this one. I wouldn't give it to him, so he grabbed it and smashed it..."

Marcus was crying so hard he could barely breathe.

I crouched down and pulled him into my arms, gently patting his back.

Thiago ran in, his face changing.

"Matias! How could you grab Marcus's things? Apologize to Marcus right now."

Matias pursed his lips and said nothing.

Thiago sighed and looked at me, his tone apologetic.

"William, don't be angry. Matias just hasn't seen such nice toys... Marcus has good toys to play with normally, so he shouldn't miss this one, right?"

I looked up at him.

"Because Marcus has it, he deserves to have it smashed by Matias?"

Thiago's eyes reddened. "That's not what I meant..."

Fiona stood in the doorway, her expression not good.

"William, what kind of tone is that! Apologize to Thiago!"

I held Marcus and didn't move. "His son broke my son's things, and I have to apologize?"

"I'll buy Marcus another one." Fiona was getting impatient.

My voice began to tremble. "How is that the same?"

Fiona frowned.

She walked to Marcus's bed with a cold face, picked up another bunny lampalso one of Marcus's beloved toysand made as if to throw it on the ground.

"Are you apologizing or not?" Her tone was frighteningly cold.

I closed my eyes. Something inside me quietly shattered.

"I'm sorry, Thiago."

My voice was small, as if squeezed from my throat.

Fiona put the bunny lamp back on the bed.

"See? That wasn't so hard."

She led Matias out.

Thiago followed her, his lips moving but ultimately saying nothing.

I held Marcus. He was still crying, his shoulders shaking.

I put him on the bed, tucked him in, and comforted him for a long time.

When I walked out of the room, no one was in the living room.

Fiona was in the study, the door closed.

I had just reached the stairway landing when a cup of scalding liquid splashed on my face.

The heat made me scream and immediately cover my face!

Matias stood at the stairway, holding an empty cup, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Dad said if you do something wrong, just apologize."

He tilted his head and smiled.

"Sorry."

I stood there, tea dripping down my cheeks, my face burning painfully.

The study door opened. Fiona came out, saw me, and frowned.

"What happened?"

Matias ran over and took her hand.

"I accidentally spilled the tea."

Fiona looked down at him and smiled.

"It's okay. I won't blame you."

She looked up at me, her tone indifferent.

"Go change your clothes. Don't catch cold."

I said nothing, turned and walked to the water dispenser, filled a cup with cold water, and walked in front of Matias.

The next second, I threw the entire cup of water in his face.

"Now that's fair."

Matias screamed and staggered backward, falling to the floor, bursting into tears.

"Are you insane?"

Fiona's expression changed instantly.

"William, how can you be so petty? Even targeting a child?"

Thiago also came over after hearing the commotion, crouched on the ground holding Matias, tears falling.

"William, if you're angry, come at me. Don't bully the child... Matias is still young and doesn't understand..."

"Enough!"

I shook off Fiona's hand and stepped back.

"Get out! All three of you, get out of my house!"

The living room went quiet for a moment.

Fiona stared at me, then suddenly smileda cold smile.

Soon, she turned and went upstairs, heading toward my son's room.

My heart skipped a beat.

By the time I rushed up, it was too late. Fiona had pulled Marcus from under the covers.

He was only wearing thin pajama pants, his face full of fear.

"What are you doing!" I was frantic.

"You want fairness, don't you?" She looked at me. "Matias got splashed, so Marcus should have a taste too."

With that, she dragged Marcus downstairs.

Thiago held Matias, his voice trembling.

"Fiona, don't do this... the child is so young..."

But Fiona paid no attention, pushing Marcus in front of Thiago and handing him a cup of boiling water.

"Splash it."

I rushed to catch up. "You dare!"

Thiago froze. Under Fiona's cold gaze, he bit his lip and took the cup.

Inside was freshly poured boiling water, steam rising.

"Fiona, I'm sorry... I really can't..."

As he spoke, his hand trembled and the entire cup of boiling water poured over Marcus's face.

"Ahhh!"

Marcus's scream was like a knife, cutting into my heart piece by piece.

He covered his face, rolling on the ground.

"Marcus!"

I rushed over and held him. His whole body was shaking.

"Daddy... it hurts... Daddy..."

Fiona stood there with no expression on her face.

Thiago was crying beside herwhether from fear or acting, I couldn't tell.

"Fiona, you're not human!" I slapped her across the face.

She didn't dodge or fight back, just looked at me with cold eyes.

"When you're done hitting me, go to the hospital. Don't waste time here."

I rushed downstairs holding Marcus.

I couldn't get a cab, so I ran holding him.

Wind rushed into my ears. Marcus's crying grew weaker and weaker.

"I'm here, Marcus, don't be afraid. I'm here..."

I don't know how long I ran. My shoes fell off, the soles of my feet were scraped raw, blood prints on the asphalt road.

The emergency room lights were bright.

When I handed Marcus to the doctor, my legs went weak, my vision went black, and I knew nothing more.

When I woke up, my nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

I was lying in a hospital bed with a needle in my hand.

The nurse saw me wake up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your son is fine. You got him here in time. There won't be any scarring."

I closed my eyes.

The nurse paused.

"Did you have a car accident eight years ago? Your kidneys are having problems now. You need surgery immediately."

I opened my eyes, my heart shocked.

My old illness had flared up at this critical moment.

The nurse had just left when the hospital room door was kicked open violently.

Fiona stood in the doorway with an expression of coldness I'd never seen before.

"William! Look what you've done."

"Matias was splashed by you and got so scared his acute hemolysis flared up. He's in emergency care now. If anything happens to him, I'll make you pay with your life!"

I gripped the bedsheet tightly. I'd only heard before that Matias was in poor health.

I never expected him to be such a fragile porcelain doll.

Fiona walked over, her tone commanding.

"Where's Marcus? He and Matias have matching blood types. Have him donate blood."

I couldn't believe it. "Marcus isn't even five years old yet."

"I don't care."

"Fiona, he was just scalded. He's still in a room upstairs."

"That's what he deserves."

I closed my eyes. "Take mine. I have the same blood type as him."

She paused, looked at me for two seconds, and smiled.

"Fine."

I was taken to the blood donation room.

The doctor looked at the chart and hesitated. "This gentleman's physical condition is a bit special. I don't recommend drawing blood..."

"Draw it." Fiona leaned against the wall, her tone flat.

The doctor looked at me. I nodded.

The needle went in. Blood flowed through the tube into the blood bag.

One bag, two bags, three bags.

I started to feel dizzy. The lights in front of me became blurry.

"Fiona... I can't hold on..."

"Then promise me. Make Marcus come apologize to Matias. If you promise, I'll have them stop."

I looked up at her.

Her expression was calm, as if discussing a business deal.

"Just an apology. It won't cost him anything."

"Impossible." I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay conscious.

"Then keep drawing."

By the sixth bag, my vision started to go black.

The doctor said quietly, "We can't draw anymore. Something will happen to him..."

"Nothing will happen." Fiona walked over, bent down to look at me, her voice unnaturally gentle. "William, will you promise or not?"

I clenched my teeth and shook my head.

She straightened up and said, "Continue."

This was the seventh bag. Halfway through, I slid from the chair, a gush of fresh blood suddenly pouring from my mouth.

The nurse screamed.

"Something's wrong! The patient's kidney has ruptured. Prepare for surgery immediately!"

Fiona's face turned deathly pale.