After My Morning Sickness, a Hidden Big Shot Asked Me to Have His Baby

I got pregnant, and my husband threw his infertility test results at me and told me to leave with nothing.

To get back the money I'd lent that scumbag, I refused to divorce him outside the civil affairs bureau, then turned around and climbed into a man's van.

The man adjusted the position of the expensive watch on his left wrist, looked at my belly, and asked, “Would you like to come home with me?”

Huh? Did he want to play happy dad?