Chapter 2

It took my parents and me two full days to visit every relative.

My parents, who'd always been honest and hardworking, cried and lamented, "What did we do in a past life to deserve this? To be humiliated like this at our age."

My eyes welled up.

I sent Mark two texts: "The party's over. My family is really upset. My parents are embarrassed."

"If you come now, you can still fix this."

The messages disappeared into the void. No reply all night.

I didn't sleep a wink, clutching my phone so tightly my nails almost broke.

Mark, you can hurt me, but you don't get to disrespect my parents, who treat you like a son.

The next morning, I got up early and found a top divorce lawyer.

After explaining my situation, I laid out my demands:

"I want to sue my husband for bigamy and make sure he gets nothing."

The lawyer didn't bat an eye. After so many cases, nothing surprised her.

"Ma'am, to sue for bigamy, you'll need proof that your husband is legally married to someone else or has a common-law marriage."

Just then, I received a video from Sarah.

The background was a hospital corridor. Sarah's eyes were shining, and she couldn't hide her joy.

"Jen! It worked! I'm pregnant with Mark's baby!"

The lawyer glanced at me. I gave a wry smile, ready to hang up.

"Wait, Jen!"

The camera shook as Sarah ran, pointing it at Mark. He was talking to a doctor about what to do after successful IVF, taking notes in a little notebook.

"Say hi, baby daddy!"

Mark turned, saw me on the screen, and instead of being mad, he looked excited.

"Honey, your husband's amazing! First try! The doctor said it's a success. I'm going to be a dad!"

"Wish you were here so we could celebrate! Too bad that you had to go back home."

"Oh, and since Professor Davis is sick, it'll be up to you to take care of Sarah during the pregnancy!"

Sarah looped her arm through Mark's, looking smug. "Jen, I'm going to need your help!"

Take care of Sarah while she's pregnant?

And then be her personal maid after she gives birth?

I almost laughed.

What did Mark think I was? Some kind of saint?

He has a baby with another woman and expects me to be the free nanny!

My hand trembled as I hung up, saved the call, and forwarded the video to the lawyer.