My Son Looks Like My Wife’s Dead First Love

My wife Hathaway went through countless hardships and finally gave birth to our son.

Mother and child were both safe. It should have been a joyous occasion for everyone.

But the more I looked at the son in my arms, the more I felt he looked exactly like Hathaway's first love.

I originally thought I was just being overly sensitive and suspicious.

However, as time passed, our son looked more and more like Hathaway's first love.

You could almost say they were cut from the same mold.

But the genetic test report proved that this child was biologically mine.

Every time I saw my son's face that looked so much like another man, it was like a thorn stabbing into my heart.

On the day of our son's 100-day celebration, I finally couldn't take it anymore and publicly asked Hathaway for a divorce.

The entire venue erupted in shock.

Hathaway, who was bending down to wipe our son's mouth, froze. She looked at me in disbelief:

"Why?"

I pointed coldly at the child beside her:

"Don't you think his appearance and expressions look exactly like your dead first love?"

Hathaway frowned:

"Just because of this, you want to divorce me?"

I nodded. "Yes, just because of this."

Hathaway suddenly straightened up and threw the wet wipe in her hand viciously at my face:

"Larson! Has a door smashed your brain in?"

"Bridges is your son!"

"Newborn babies all look pretty similar. You've seen the DNA test report yourself, haven't you? What exactly are you still suspicious about?"

I expressionlessly removed the wet wipe stuck to my face:

"There's nothing more to say. Tomorrow morning at ten, I'll wait for you at the City Hall entrance."

My attitude toward divorce was unusually resolute. Hathaway's eyes instantly reddened.

"Larson, why exactly do you insist on divorcing me?"

"We love each other so much. I don't believe you really want to divorce me."

"Have you run into some kind of trouble? Tell me, we can figure out a solution together."

Hathaway's voice choked with emotion as she cried and reached to grab my hand.

But I pushed her away in disgust:

"Don't you know the reason yourself?"

If this were any other time, seeing Hathaway cry, I probably would have already pulled her into my arms with heartache.

But now, seeing Hathaway's tears, I felt no heartache at all. I only felt full of disgust.

Everyone looked at me with condemning eyes.

"Larson, are you sick or something?"

"How exactly has Hathaway wronged you that you have to humiliate her in front of so many people?"

My mother-in-law Nasser hugged Hathaway protectively and pointed at my nose, cursing angrily.

"Back then, she didn't mind that you were dirt poor and insisted on marrying you.

To give birth to your child, she had a difficult delivery and hemorrhaged badly, nearly dying along with the baby. Have you forgotten all of that?"

"Even if the child looks somewhat like Hughes, what does that prove?

Doesn't the paternity test clearly state that the kinship probability between Bridges and you is 99.99%?"

Hughes' twin sister Arroyo also stepped forward, pointing at me with an indignant expression:

"Hughes has been dead for three years. Are you jealous of even a dead person?"

All the relatives and friends at the venue nodded in agreement with Nasser and Hughes' sister's words.

"Exactly, exactly. Being jealous of a dead personis this even human?"

"Hathaway risked death to give birth to his child, yet he's suspicious every day. He wants a divorce over this little thing. He's truly ungrateful."

"Bah! A man like him doesn't deserve a wife and child. He should die alone!"

"Hathaway must have been blind to marry such a man who's worse than an animal."

For a moment, everyone righteously condemned me.

"Larson, I really didn't betray you. Why won't you believe me?"

Hathaway's tears came instantly, falling nonstop like pearls whose string had broken.

Seeing Hathaway cry so sadly, my father walked over with a stern face:

"Larson, you've really gone too far this time."

"Since you married Hathaway, we've all seen how much she's contributed to this family."

"Back when your mother was bedridden with illness, she bustled about at your mother's bedside, dealing with bedpans and urine. Have you forgotten all of that?"

"If you really get divorced, you won't be able to find such a good wife even if you search with a lantern!"

"Besides, the paternity test has been done. How could it be fake? If you don't acknowledge Bridges, we will."

My mother even held Hathaway's hand with heartache:

"Hathaway, don't worry. If Larson dares to divorce you, I won't recognize him as my son."

My own biological parents had spoken, even threatening me with disowning me.

Yet I remained unmoved:

"I'm grateful for Hathaway's contributions to the family, but that doesn't prevent me from divorcing her."

The atmosphere at the scene instantly froze like ice.

Hathaway's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her eyes looking at me were full of grievance.

"Larson, I can explain about Bridges' appearance."

"You must have heard of telegony, right?"

Seeing that I didn't speak, Hathaway continued choking with emotion:

"As long as a woman has had relations with a man, the man's genes will remain in the woman's body and be passed on to the next generation.

No matter who the woman eventually marries, the children she bears will inevitably carry genes from her ex-boyfriend."

"So the reason Bridges looks like Hughes must be because he indirectly inherited his genes, but Bridges really is your child."

I laughed coldly, my gaze icy:

"Telegony?"

"Hathaway, was your biology taught by a gym teacher, or are you treating me like an idiot?"

"If you'd just directly admit you cheated, I'd think more highly of you. Telegonydo you even believe such an absurd claim yourself?"

"Of course I believe it."

Hathaway's tone became somewhat urgent:

"Telegony is real. It's been scientifically proven."

To prove her innocence, Hathaway even pulled out several cherry-picked articles from her phone.

"Take that away. You think you can fool me with a few random articles?"

She shoved the phone in my face, but I didn't even look.

"Tell the truth. Do you have someone else on the side, which is why you're desperately making excuses to divorce me?"

Seeing me remain unmoved throughout, Hathaway looked at me suspiciously with reddened eyes, sizing me up and down.

"What? The thief crying 'thief!'"

"To get a divorce, he'll stop at nothing. He's even willing to throw dirty water on his own wife. This is too shameless."

In an instant, the entire banquet hall exploded.

Everyone's eyes looking at me changed, as if I really were some irredeemable scumbag.

Everyone self-righteously cursed me as a heartless man.

"Larson, you're an ungrateful bastard!"

"Wasted all these years Hathaway devoted her heart and soul to you."

"Touch your conscience. Are you worthy of Hathaway?"

Nasser's voice was shrill and piercing as she slapped me across the face.

Her sharp nails left several obvious bloody scratches on my face.

"Larson, Hathaway must have been blind to marry a man worse than an animal like you!"

"Not only did you cheat, but you have the audacity to demand a divorce?"

Arroyo jumped out again, pointing at my nose and cursing.

I sneered. "Who the hell are you? Our marital affairswhen is it your turn to butt in?"

"You!"

"Bastard!"

Arroyo immediately tried to rush over and hit me but was held back tightly by Hathaway.

"Hit him, hit him, beat this shameless scumbag to death!"

The scene descended into chaos.

The situation had developed into a complete farce.

The face of Hathaway's family was completely lost.

"Hmph! I never expected you to be this kind of person."

"Originally I was planning to hand over all the family businesses to you in a couple of years. I misjudged you."

"Divorce, divorce immediately. Hathaway doesn't need you."

My father-in-law Johnson, who had remained silent until now, finally couldn't help but shout at me angrily.

"No, I won't divorce. I don't want a divorce."

Hathaway shook her head crying:

"Larson, as long as you promise to break it off with that woman outside, I can give you another chance. From now on we'll live a good life together."

Hathaway leaned in Arroyo's arms, crying uncontrollably.

That humble attitude made my unreasonableness all the more apparent.

Everyone cursed me for not knowing what was good for me.

"Really living too comfortably, looking for trouble when there isn't any!"

"Where would you find such a good wife as Hathaway?"

Watching Hathaway's pretense, I felt sick to my stomach.

I didn't want to explain, and I didn't want to waste any more time or breath on them.

"Think whatever you want. In any case, I'm definitely getting this divorce."

"Tomorrow morning at ten, I'll wait for you at the City Hall entrance."

"If you don't come, then we'll see each other in court."

Hathaway's attempts to reconcile didn't soften my heart.

My attitude toward divorce remained resolute.

The farce before him made Johnson feel utterly humiliated.

"Enough! We don't need such an ungrateful son-in-law."

"Divorce is fine, but you must leave with nothing."

"Don't forget, back when you were dirt poor, it was my family's full support and cultivation that gave you your current status."

"I'd like to see if you can still get by after leaving my family."

Johnson, who had been pretending to be virtuous all along, finally tore off his disguise and revealed his true face.

Everyone was certain I would compromise and choose to bow my head and apologize.

After all, everyone believed what Johnson said was the truth.

But they didn't know that all along, countless multinational companies had offered me high salaries, but I had given up those opportunities again and again for Hathaway's sake.

Johnson thought he could control me, but he didn't expect that I simply didn't care.

"Whether I can get by or not is my business. No need for Mr. Johnson to worry."

With that, I turned and strode away without looking back.

Even after I'd gone far, I could still faintly hear Hathaway's heart-wrenching screams, along with Johnson and Nasser's hysterical cursing.

Outside the banquet hall, my lawyer was already waiting for me.

He handed me the divorce agreement prepared in advance along with a stack of documents.

I didn't immediately look through them but first lit a cigarette.

Only after the cigarette had burned down and my heart had returned to calm did I slowly open the envelope.

Flipping through page by page, I actually didn't feel the anger I'd expected.

Only the calm certainty that things were exactly as I'd thought.

That same day, I moved out of the villa and into an apartment near the company.

At the same time, I had my lawyer print out the divorce agreement and send it via courier to Hathaway.

Who knewHathaway didn't even look at it before tearing the divorce agreement to shreds.

"Larson, I told you, I won't divorce you. No matter how many you send, it's useless. Send one, I'll tear one."

On the phone, Hathaway's tone carried a hint of smugness.

She seemed to think she had a winning hand, certain I couldn't produce solid evidence and would ultimately have to compromise with her.

And what happened at the 100-day celebration was captured on video by someone with ulterior motives and posted online.

Things escalated quickly. In less than a day, it had already spread across the internet, causing a storm throughout the city that everyone knew about.

And Hathaway used public opinion to portray herself as a pitiful mother who was groundlessly suspected and abandoned by her husband.

She posted on social media:

"Some men are incompetent themselves, yet blame it on the 'scientific miracle' of telegony."

This post caused an uproar.

Netizens who didn't know the truth all stood on Hathaway's side to judge me.

The comments section was full of people calling me a scumbag, with some even threatening to punish me.

Not only was my information exposed all over the internet, but even my parents were implicated.

I had no choice but to send them abroad overnight.

The public opinion uproar intensified.

Hathaway contacted me again:

"Larson, I told you, telegony really exists."

"Take me for example. I myself am such an example."

"Since childhood, I haven't looked like my dad. Instead, I look like my mom's ex-boyfriend."

I was directly speechless.

It seemed the Hathaway father and daughter had been successfully brainwashed by Nasser.

"I'm giving you one last chance. As long as you change your mind, I'll take down the trending topic and act like nothing happened."

"From now on you'll still be my husband, Bridges' father, and our family of three will still be a loving family."

Hathaway's tone was haughty, as if she were bestowing charity.

I clutched the envelope of documents in my hand, a cold smile curling at the corner of my mouth.

The more Hathaway emphasized "telegony," the more she was pushing herself toward a dead end.

She thought it was her shield, but little did she know, it was also her death warrant.

"Hathaway, I'll say it againstop talking to me about this bullshit telegony. It only makes me think you're an idiot."

Hathaway was furious:

"Ungrateful!"

"Larson, let me tell you, if we really get divorced, you can forget about ever seeing your son again."

With that, Hathaway forcefully hung up the phone.

Hathaway refused to agree to a divorce.

I had wanted to file for divorce in court, but unexpectedly, Hathaway moved faster.

She sued me in court on grounds of marital infidelity.

On the day of the hearing, all of Hathaway's family relatives and friends came, including some media reporters who had caught wind of it.

The vast crowd filled the gallery seats.

They were all there to cheer Hathaway on.

Hathaway was dressed to the nines today, with Arroyo following closely behind as her close friend.

When passing by me, Hathaway stopped:

"Larson, you'd better think carefully. After the divorce, you'll have nothing."

"I'm giving you one last chance. As long as you bow your head and admit you were being unreasonable, I'll forgive you."

Hathaway spoke in a high and mighty, charitable tone.

"Forgive?"

I smiled. "Sorry, but I don't need your forgiveness."

Hathaway's face darkened. Her sinister eyes stared at me fixedly:

"Let's see how long you can be stubborn. I'm waiting for you to cry and beg me like a dog in a moment."

The trial officially began.

Hathaway first presented evidence of my infidelity to the court:

Hundreds of intimate photos of me with different women, explicit enough to rival adult films.

But I didn't recognize any of these women.

After reviewing them, the judge nodded.

"Defendant, while the telegony theory cannot serve as direct evidence, the plaintiff has provided two paternity tests from different institutions, both proving that the child born during your marriage has a parent-child relationship with you."

"Given the solid evidence of your infidelity to your family, if you cannot provide new evidence, this court will determine you to be the party at fault based on the existing facts."

Hathaway and Arroyo exchanged glances and smiled, the corners of their mouths turning up in a confident arc.

But I remained calm and smiled faintly.

Just as the judge was about to bring down the gavel, I slowly raised the envelope in my hand:

"I have evidence!"

"I have evidence to prove that Hathaway committed adultery during our marriage and is the party at fault."

"Bridges is also not my biological child. I request that the court immediately grant the divorce and require Hathaway to leave with nothing."

The gallery erupted in shock.

"The judge has acknowledged the paternity test results. The child is Larson's. Why is Larson still clinging to this?"

"Does this guy have some kind of special fetish or something?"

Everyone pointed at me and whispered among themselves.

Only Hathaway's face changed dramatically after seeing what was in my hands.

I looked at her, a mocking smile curling at my lips.

Hathaway, since you keep proclaiming the "telegony" theory.

Then let's see if the truth really is as you say!