I Raised Our Child After My Wife Faked Her Death, Then She Came Back

*Main story told in third person

*Marriage first, love later; identity reveal and a groveling redemption arc

In the second year of my marriage, I saw floating comments in midair.

My gentle, beautiful wife was actually the top-ranked genius in a higher-dimensional world, and the world I lived in was only the 99th mission world she had experienced.

Once three years were up and her mission ended, she would fake her death and leave.

I did everything I could to make her stay, but my wife still left on the morning of our third wedding anniversary.

Yet she left a nest of eggs in our bed.

? Eggs.

What kind of creature was the wife I'd shared a bed with for three years?

I fell silent, incubated the eggs, and eventually hatched a bald little chick that couldn't shapeshift or fly... Was it a chick or a bird?

A year later, our daughter took human form. She was a little dim, just like my late wife, and could only bite her fingers and call me "Mommy."

I went about my days as usual, living an ordinary, peaceful life.

Until one day, a red-haired woman appeared downstairs in my apartment complex.

She looked eight-tenths like my late wife, but was bold, passionate, and radiant.

She crashed into my car, then smiled and struck up a conversation, saying she would cover all the damages and would be happy to drive me to work in the meantime.

She deliberately bent over to show off her lovely curves, then tried to get my phone number.

I stepped away. "Sorry, I have to pick up my daughter from school. The insurance company can handle the compensation."

"Your daughter?"

Her expression changed abruptly, and she stared at me, almost angrily.

"Your late wife only died a few years ago. Who did you have a daughter with?"

The floating comments were practically dying of laughter.

I frowned and said calmly, "That's none of your business."

Theme: Pursuing a happy life.