The Son of a Wealthy Family Is Not His Biological Son, and the Second Child Broke up and Left.

#Urbandaily #urban #first-person # # belly # slap in the face #family # wealthy daughter # The grassland above my head has been evergreen for 13 years, and I feel like my child is my own, and life is worth living. I married a wealthy daughter, but she thought I stuttered. On her wedding night, she closed her eyes and shouted someone else's name. After her marriage, she secretly took birth control pills for thirteen years. The son I raised doesn't have the right blood type. On the day the paternity test came out, I sat in the hospital corridor all afternoon. She thought I didn't know and even booked a hotel room with her lover. The first time she got pregnant with my child, she deliberately slept with her lover and lost it. I didn't say anything and just took away her phone. The home is equipped with surveillance cameras and a 24-hour nurse is hired. When she was pregnant for the second time, she even asked me to accompany her when she went out. On the day my daughter was born, I took a paternity test on the spot. I threw thirteen years of evidence in front of her: birth control pills, room records, and the truth about abortion. She cried and signed and left the house. My son ran away from home after knowing the truth and scolded me as unworthy of being a father. She went to pick up garbage and became so thin that she lost her appearance. Her six-year-old daughter met her in the park and handed her a bottle of water: "Auntie, drink it." She took the water and burst into tears. Soon she was diagnosed with cancer, and I paid the medical bills. It's not forgiveness, it's a day of grace for a couple. The bottle of water she had before her death was still on her bedside, and she didn't want to drink it. She had an affair for thirteen years, and I left her with nothing. But I won and I lost.