Mother becomes pregnant after having an affair; she is carrying her lover's child.

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Leo Tolstoy once said, "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." I strongly disagree with this statement. Is it really possible that there isn't a family

in this world similar to mine, yet unhappy ? Of course, I'm not here to find others like me, nor to flaunt my misfortune, nor to elicit pity or sympathy. I have no ulterior motives; I simply want to quietly tell a story here, a story about my family. My name is Lü Rui, I'm twenty years old, and currently a sophomore in college. During my youth, I should have been a frequent presence on the basketball court, active in various group activities and campus competitions. For the past two years, however, I 've resisted contact with the world, hiding like a snail in my self-protective shell, trudging along alone. I believe everyone can guess why discovering my mother's infidelity 22 years ago remains a vivid memory for me. My mother, Cui Lijing, is incredibly beautiful, just as her name suggests. When I was little, I wouldn't let my father attend parent-teacher conferences. Even if my mother had other commitments, I would stubbornly insist that she go with me. Because whenever I hear my classmates praising how beautiful my mom is, I feel incredibly proud! "Your moms aren't as pretty as mine, hehe." However, my mom isn't as quiet as the "Jing" in her name suggests. She's actually a strong, independent woman, very charismatic and courageous, and rose to a leadership position in the civil service early on. In the first half of 2022, my mom received a personnel transfer order and moved to a new unit. As a seasoned veteran of the bureaucracy, she knew the importance of cultivating good relationships with colleagues, so for a while after work, she would always go out late, claiming she was going out drinking and having late-night snacks with her new colleagues. But strangely, it's unusual for everyone to be out for late-night snacks until 2 AM every day! During that period , my mom would often arrive home well after 2 AM, sometimes 1 AM, sometimes almost 2 AM. My dad and I were worried that her coming home so late... It wasn't safe, and we kept reminding her to come home as soon as possible. But Mom didn't appreciate it at all, completely ignoring her husband and son's words, even claiming it was part of her job and hoping we would respect it! Even now, I still don't understand: for a woman, what job could be more important than her husband and children? Is home just a facade? During that time, every day after finishing three evening self-study sessions, I would come home to find Dad sitting . To be honest, seeing that scene made me feel terrible. Sometimes, I'd wake my dad up and tell him to come inside and rest; other times, I'd wake him up so we could call my mom together and ask when she 'd be home and whether we should wait for her. It was pointless, since my dad and I already knew exactly when she'd be home. But we wanted to try, hoping she wouldn't be too tired and would come home early, since she still had to go to work the next day. But even when we called, we could clearly sense something was wrong with my mom; there was definitely something fishy going on. She kept ignoring my and my dad's calls. She said it was too noisy and she didn't hear it. She occasionally answered a phone call, saying she'd be late, but when she called back, all she heard was, "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable." When she got home and we asked, Mom explained to Dad and me, "See? Her phone died." Seriously, do you think we believed that? Mom is a civil servant, a manager, and has a lot on her plate. She always carries two fully charged power banks in her bag; how could her phone always be dead? We wanted to ask her new colleagues, but we didn't know any of them, so we gave up. Dad sensed something was wrong; sometimes, even late at night, we could still hear them arguing. It would wake me from my deep sleep. Especially one night, there was a particularly loud commotion in the living room! When I opened my bedroom door, I saw Dad raise his big hand and slap Mom hard across the face. " Still lying! You were clearly wearing stockings when you went out, so why aren't you wearing them?" Dad demanded resolutely. " How many times do I have to tell you?!" Mom sobbed, covering her face, her voice trembling: "I told you, tonight when we were eating hot pot, a colleague spilled my drink, and the water splashed on me, getting my stockings wet. It was uncomfortable, so I went to the bathroom to throw them away. Didn't you see it too?" Did you see the stain on my clothes ? Why did you hit me? Waaah! I never knew Mom could be such a little woman. Dad's anger subsided, and he felt sorry for Mom . He reached out to touch her swollen cheek, but Mom took a step back: "Don't touch me." Then, with a thud, she went to her room and locked the door. Dad had to spend the night in the guest room! After that, Mom never went out at night again, and the matter was finally over. Luckily, Mom is a very magnanimous woman and didn't hold it against Dad for hitting her without asking any questions. But was it really just a misunderstanding? I think only Mom herself knows. I know best in my heart. During that time, I was in extreme pain. I couldn't concentrate in class during the day; my mind was a jumble of thoughts, constantly imagining all the possibilities that might happen to my mother when she was out alone at night. It was unbearable. Please forgive my complicated thoughts, because as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in the new century, exposed to all sorts of pornography, I wouldn't have any impure thoughts—she was definitely pregnant and pretending to be a virgin! Also, the reason I was in pain, even in extreme pain, was because I love my family, I love my parents. I was worried that my mother, under the guise of work, would do whatever she wanted outside and ruin our family, ultimately leaving broken. I sincerely... The fear in my heart, the fear that she was having an affair with another man, even made me think countless times of Japanese adult videos, imagining my mother wearing stockings, lying on the bed, her big ass sticking out, yearning for a man who wasn't my father to fuck her! And that man would be just as enthusiastic, thrusting and pumping wildly, screaming repeatedly. I know that some men might feel excited, thrilled, and satisfied imagining their mothers being fucked by other men. But I have no cuckoldry tendencies. Imagining my own mother submitting to another man with anger, struggle, and despair . Thankfully, everything at home returned to normal, otherwise I would have definitely gone insane! And then...

Over time, I gradually recovered from my anxiety, and my parents' relationship improved. One evening,

they discussed investing their spare money.

"Honey, Rui'er is almost at university. Shouldn't we consider saving some money for him so he can buy a house, a car, or start his own business

after ?"

My father, seeing my mother bring it up, pondered: "It's time to worry about his future. How much money do we have in our

savings account ?

About 300,000 yuan. I'm thinking of investing in a tea restaurant with some colleagues. What do you think?"

My mother earnestly sought my father's opinion: "That money is just sitting idle anyway. We should make it work,

let it grow, so Rui'er can have a more comfortable life in the future."

"Hmm!" My father thought for a while: "You decide."

"Hmm!" My mother nodded.

Because of my mother's strong-willed personality, she made the decisions in the family, and my father fully trusted

her vision and decision-making ability!

Before opening the restaurant, the families who were involved often gathered to discuss the details and draft agreements, covering

every aspect meticulously. My father was very satisfied. Finally, at the end of July, the tea restaurant successfully opened!

On opening day, my family of three, along with several of my mother's colleagues and their families, dined at the restaurant. Everyone was

very happy, dreaming of a bright future.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" They were urging my mother to drink again. Although my mother has a good tolerance for alcohol, she refused

to drink today.

Seeing this, my father stopped her for a few drinks.

My mother's colleague, Uncle Zhang Wenqing, said, "Lijing! You're known as the 'God of Drinkers' in our unit,

how can you let your husband help you? Quick, quick, let's finish this!

" My mother looked very uncomfortable and declined, saying, "I've had a cold lately, I'm not feeling well, I can't drink, let's just skip it

today

." Uncle Zhang was stunned: "How can we skip it! Today is the grand opening day of our restaurant,

we have to drink to our hearts' content, until we're completely drunk, that's a good omen!"

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" The other colleagues started cheering. My father looked embarrassed, and my mother forced herself to

finish her drink .

Uncle Zhang shouted, "Good, good, good! Lijing is so straightforward!"

Mom glared at Uncle Zhang, her eyes filled with unspeakable resentment. I don't know if

Uncle Zhang understood Mom's look, but I didn't want to dwell on it anymore; it was pointless

. Time quickly passed, and it was August. I was about to enter my senior year of high school, so I spent all my time at home doing math and science.

One day after lunch, I was home alone, thinking of taking a nap, when the phone rang. The

caller was urgent: "Rui'er, are you still home?"

"Yes!" I asked, puzzled. "

Mom just took the wrong handbag when she went out. Could you go to my room and take my

pink Gucci handbag to the garage? I'll wait for you in the car. " "

Okay!" I ran to Mom's room and saw the bag hanging on the wall

. I took it down and was about to leave when I suddenly thought, "Should I check if Mom has forgotten anything?"

Sure enough, her water bottle was still on the dressing table. I opened my bag and put it inside.

Needless to say, everyone knows I found an old Nokia phone with buttons inside.

Huh? Mom still uses such an antique?

Curiosity drove me to open it and take a look, but a bad feeling also crept into my heart. I used to disbelieve

in premonitions thinking they were too unfounded. Now I know, premonitions are damn unbelievable.

What should I do?

I went downstairs, fiddling with the phone. There was nothing inside except for

a call log between Mom and an anonymous number. But I knew that number too well—Zhang Wenqing! I

'd called him Uncle Zhang since I was little, so I had his number and we still contacted each other occasionally.

Good heavens! This affair was such a failure! A secret phone like this needs to

be encrypted to ensure absolute safety!

Besides the phone number, there was only one text message left in the sent items folder; I must have forgotten

to delete it.

Even today, almost three years after I read that text message, I still clearly remember its contents

: "You heartless wretch, don't you know why I can't drink? I'm so worried, the doctor said it might be

an ectopic pregnancy. "

The moment I finished reading the message, I felt dizzy and everything went dark.

I forgot how I handed my bag to my mother, and I forgot how I got to my room

. My soul was ripped out, I was a walking corpse—that was roughly my state at the time!

The date on the text message was the day the tea restaurant opened, and the time? Right

after .

My mother's former male colleague! One of my mother's current partners! A beast! I was filled with grief and anger.

When I finally came to my senses, my face was covered in tears of sorrow! I was not reconciled, I was not reconciled at all,

my mother was pregnant with her lover's child. I felt like dying, my nightmare had come true, just what I feared most had happened

!

Thinking of this family, and then thinking of my father, I had a mental breakdown! It's not worth

mentioning my parents; my father is three years older than my mother, born in the late 1960s. I only now realize that

my parents' marriage was a mistake from the very beginning, a colossal mistake.

My father is a very honest man, never ambitious from a young age, only wanting a peaceful life.

He's extremely introverted, dislikes socializing, and has very few friends; my mother handled everything, big and small.

My mother, on the other hand, is an outgoing and ambitious woman. She scored high enough on the college entrance exam to get into a top university,

but someone interfered and took her place, preventing her from attending.

Although my mother often complains about her past, she has truly let go of the past because she's

doing better than the person who took her place.

Despite not attending university, she reads widely and has her own opinions.

She also enjoys broadening her horizons, pursuing her goals, and interacting with people.

In terms of career, when I was young, my parents were roughly equal. My mother was

the deputy director of a bureau in our city, and my father was the vice president of a private company. However, later, for various reasons, my father was forced

to resign . I think this might be related to his lack of ambition. This world is, after all, a place for the strong!

My mother didn't want to see my father doing nothing at home, so she asked someone to help him get a civil service

position. This happened when I was in fifth grade, and I think that's when the seeds of her infidelity were sown

.

And then there's my mother's lover—a colleague she'd worked with for years. Our family and their family

had a very good relationship and often visited each other.

My mother often took me out to eat and play with him; I called him Uncle Zhang. Looking back now,

it's disgusting! I actually treated someone who cheated on my father and caused my mother's ectopic pregnancy

as a respected elder. I was so blind!

After discovering this, I was lost and didn't know what to do.

I knew perfectly well that officials feared nothing more than problems with their conduct. If this got out, I

could easily imagine the consequences.

Should I tell my father alone? Would he keep quiet? Or would he divorce my mother? Or even make a big deal out of it?

Given his personality, although he lacks ambition, he's still principled and wouldn't let things go so easily,

allowing anyone to cheat on him.

What's more, his father's wife's lover is someone he's always respected as Brother Zhang.

How devastated he'll be when he finds out the truth! The world will be destroyed; what will be left to believe?

Talk to Mom, tell her to stop before it's too late. But right now, I don't want to talk to her at all. I just think she's a

very, very dirty woman, a slut! I really don't know how she's any different from Japanese AV actresses; she's just

someone to be fucked and used.

I can't help but ask the heavens: what kind of society do I live in? Is male-female relationships really

this casual?

Have mothers ever considered how they'll face their

children ? We are innocent, yet we have to bear the harm caused by your mistakes. Is that fair?

In the end, I didn't tell anyone about my mother's affair, not even my parents. I wanted to keep it buried

in my heart, but it took root and sprouted there.

Originally, my grades were among the best in my class and even the entire grade. But because of this incident, I

spent my entire senior year in a daze, giving up on myself, listless all day, and no longer studying hard. I didn't know

if I was punishing myself or my mother!

After several exams, my homeroom teacher noticed my grades had plummeted. It

felt like —this didn't make sense!

I had always been in the top five in my class and top in the grade; now I was firmly in second place in my class,

and forget about ranking high in the grade.

My homeroom teacher couldn't bear to see me give up so much and talked to me many times. I felt wronged and

told him that my parents were arguing, which was why I couldn't concentrate on my studies.

I never imagined my homeroom teacher was such a good person; all educators should learn from him.

He called my parents to the school and had all the subject teachers talk to them, hoping they could get along harmoniously and

that I could have a good senior year.

A woman's intuition is usually very accurate. This time, after being called to the school, my mother suddenly seemed to realize that I

might know something. A few days later, she questioned me privately.

She asked with a smile, but her expression was incredibly awkward: "Rui'er,

what exactly did you say to your homeroom teacher?"

From that moment on, I no longer blushed or felt guilty when lying, because there was no greater numbness than a broken heart. I answered

: "It's about the argument you had with Dad."

Mom let out a long sigh of relief, visibly relaxed: "I'm sorry, child, your father and I didn't

consider your feelings. Study hard, and your father and I won't argue anymore. Trust me.

" Trust me? I thought to myself: Dream on. When have you ever considered my feelings? A

filthy woman, what right do you have to make me trust you?

But I couldn't say it aloud; I just nodded: "Okay!"

Presumably, no one else in the world knew that Mom's affair and pregnancy weighed heavily on my heart

like making it hard to breathe.

This was probably the unbearable weight of life described by Milan Kundera.

I became self-conscious and gave up on myself. Because I felt inferior, every time I looked at my classmates, I

felt like a worthless child. Sometimes I even doubted whether I was my father's biological son. These thoughts were terrifying, all

because my mother was an unfaithful woman.

Mom, where is your integrity? Will you go to the deepest hell? I love you so much, I love our

family, why did you betray me?

For the entire year of my senior year, my parents didn't even notice anything wrong with me. I'm speechless. Was it really that

obvious ?

They only knew that my grades had plummeted! In the end, even the teachers were powerless to help; they

didn't know or care about anything else.

My honest father always encouraged me to study more, while my mother rarely communicated with me. Perhaps I didn't want

to talk to her, but the biggest reason was probably that she was busy with her lover and had no time for me

, haha!

My senior year was a complete failure. For a whole year, I didn't read a single book or do

a single extracurricular exercise. Even in the days leading up to the college entrance exam, I spent my time online. But with a solid foundation, I

still managed to get into a second-tier university, so I guess fate was kind to me.

One summer evening in 2023, just a few days after the college entrance exam scores were released, my mom invited Uncle Zhang and

me to dinner.

Uncle Zhang had a wide network of connections; one of his friends claimed to be the vice

mayor , in charge of education. My mom hoped Uncle Zhang could use this connection to get me into a top university in that city.

That dinner was incredibly frustrating. You see, my current miserable state was all thanks to my

lover! And now I was actually asking him for help?! I couldn't believe it. But I

didn't dare say anything in that setting.

Later, I don't know if Uncle Zhang didn't want to help, or if his mayor friend ran into trouble, but I didn't get into

that university.

Because of this, I even overheard my mom arguing with Uncle Zhang on the phone, saying he was unreliable!

After that, they spent less time together, possibly because I was studying in another city,

though no one noticed.

Two years have passed in a flash, and I'm now a sophomore in college. Instead of being vibrant and energetic at school, I've spent every day in a daze

. My roommates say I look like a ghost, lifeless. They bluntly tell me

they don't want associate with someone like me, afraid it will affect their aura. Sigh

, seeing my classmates distance themselves and my roommates isolate me, I feel no sadness. I've

been through ; what's a little ignoring me compared to that?

It seems I have to thank my mother for shaping me. First, she destroyed my spirit, then made me

invincible . Otherwise, I'd be constantly annoyed by everyone isolating me; how heartbroken I would be!

From a young age, relatives and friends have always told me: "You should be like your mother, ambitious and capable." So my mother

has always been my idol, my role model, until I accidentally stumbled upon that text message.

From the moment I saw that message, I've been unhappy for almost three years. This matter has been bottled up inside me

for almost three years. I thought this secret would die with my heart, but as mentioned before, it

took root and sprouted again.

The consequence of growing up so vigorously was that I often suffered from insomnia; my sleep quality became extremely poor after this incident.

I always had nightmares, dreaming that my mother left my father and me, dreaming that she was having promiscuous sex and being fucked to the point of death

.

A while ago, at the beginning of the semester, I accidentally watched a movie about a family where

the father died young, the mother cheated, and the mother became a woman driven by desire. The son, through a long

period of effort, finally brought his mother home.

After watching that movie, I hid under the covers and sobbed silently for a long time. Wasn't that the most

accurate ? I just didn't know if my mother had a home because I had never fought for it; I had only kept

it a secret, avoided it.

At that time, I really had an impulse to call my mother and confess. But I was afraid that the consequences

would be uncontrollable, so I didn't call.

I hate my cowardice, I hate myself for being afraid of the serious consequences of revealing the truth, which prevented me from

telling her about my mother's infidelity, and kept my honest father in the dark.

Afterwards, I thought about suicide. Clearly, it's all Mom's fault, so why do I feel that to

a large extent I ruined my own family by not telling the truth? Even though Dad is still Dad, Mom is still

Mom, and the house is still the house, it's no longer a home in the true sense.

Last week, I posted a status update on social media, lamenting my unhappiness: "Life is meaningless, death is

relief , I really want to die

." There were no comments, but the likes exploded.

The next morning, I opened my social media and saw a

very : "A man should have his own responsibility. If there's a problem, he should find a way to solve it, instead of

constantly threatening suicide and making a scene online." She's always so assertive; I didn't reply.

At noon, I received a text message from Mom, her tone much gentler than her comment on the status update

: "Rui'er, what's on your mind? Don't keep it to yourself. We're mother and son, but also friends. Talk to Mom,

okay ?

" Mom, are we friends? If so, why haven't you noticed how

unhappy ? Your words are so fake and ridiculous!

I finally couldn't resist calling my mother. You see, I'd

rarely called them in the past two years because of her affair.

She was happy to answer, asking with a grin, "Son, what are you doing?"

I coldly asked her directly, "Mom, do you want to know why I wrote that post?" She was incredibly curious: "If you're willing to tell me, of course I want to know!" I wanted to share my worries with

my dear son. Suddenly, my eyes welled up with tears, and I burst out, choking back sobs as I told her the secret I'd kept buried in my heart for three years : "Mom, it's all because of you, because of you! Three years ago, I accidentally saw the text message you sent to Uncle Zhang, and I knew you were pregnant with his child! From then on I became despondent, no longer studying hard. Because of you, I became unhappy, and I no longer trusted anyone, not even my own mother . Who else could I trust? Because of you, I resisted contact with the world. I suffered from insomnia night after night, exhausted, utterly drained , lacking any of the energy of a young person." My classmates distanced themselves from me, my roommates isolated me. I knew that no one liked me, no one wanted to be my friend, because of my self-destructive and decadent behavior! For two years, I haven't had a single friend at school. Because of you, I dare not like anyone, let alone easily fall in love. I remember when I first entered university, a high school girl confessed to me, saying she liked me. Actually, she was very beautiful, but I didn't even have the courage to try, I didn't dare to say yes. Because I didn't trust! Isn't my beloved mother also a beautiful woman? I worry that one day she will cheat on me like you, and I even doubt whether my children are my biological children. I became suspicious, no longer trusting, only trusting things that have passed through my hands. I became mediocre, worthless, even my former ideals were leaving me. I cried and asked her: I waited for three years, I just want to know why you did this? Mom, why did you betray me? After hearing my story, my mother was stunned, completely shocked, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal, a single word of comfort, a single word of explanation. After a long pause, she finally answered, "Son, Mom is getting her hair done outside right now. I'll explain later, okay?" I hummed in agreement and hung up. About half an hour later, Mom sent me a text message: "Son, I'm sorry. I never imagined this would hurt you so much. Mom knows she was wrong. Mom promises you this will never happen again . You must take care of yourself. Mom is so sorry. " After reading the message, I felt incredibly aggrieved: the answer I'd waited three years for, the question I'd kept bottled up for three years—and Mom's apology was supposed to cover up all her mistakes?! I hate her, I can't forgive her. She gave me life, but she destroyed me with incredibly cruel methods, causing me unbearable pain. I don't know if Mom seduced herself or what, but I always knew in my heart... I knew...

I know that my marriage with my father over the years wasn't harmonious. My father's lack of ambition and my mother's strong

drive were completely at odds. They were from two completely different worlds, yet they ended up getting married by some twist of fate.

Fate, you're always so ironic, always playing tricks on us ordinary people!

You don't know, but the most ridiculous thing is that for a period of time when I was in my first year of high school

, my mother kept telling me that my father was having an affair with one of his colleagues!

Mom, don't be ridiculous, it was you and your colleague who were messing around! She even said that my father had a child with someone else, and that

I was the one who was pregnant with someone else's bastard!

The next day, my mother flew to my city, and we had a deep, heart-to-heart talk.

I poured out all my bitterness and resentment from the past three years to her without reservation. She listened, tears streaming down her face, and also cried

as she told me that she had to have a relationship with Uncle Zhang to survive, relying on him.

Living in this country and society, I understood the hardship my mother faced as a woman fighting alone on the battlefield

. Suddenly, I didn't hate her anymore; instead, I felt she had it very hard.

My mom stayed with me at school for three days, talked to my counselor about the situation, and treated my roommates

to a big meal. At the dinner table, she kept apologizing to my roommates, saying that my isolation was her fault,

and as a mother, she felt extremely guilty and ashamed. Finally, my mom sincerely asked my roommates to help

take care of me. Needless to say, my roommates were moved by my mother, and I was very touched too.

This incident proves that my mom still cares about me and our family; she was

forced . I don't blame her!

As I type these words on the computer, my mom has already flown home. Just when I thought I had reached a dead end, a new

path . I felt that my life might be about to take a turn for the better. But this

was just the other side of the coin. What I didn't know was that

after getting off the plane, my mom didn't go straight home. Instead, she secretly took a taxi to a villa in the suburbs. She

took out her key and excitedly opened the door. But before she could react, a man pulled her inside, and

their lips met, their saliva mingling. They were kissing passionately!

Finally, Zhang Wenqing calmly asked, "Is our son's matter resolved so quickly?"

His mother nodded with relief, "I hope he can be like you, a strong and upright man, brave enough

to face challenges and stand on his own in meetings.

Thank you, my wife." Zhang Wenqing was filled with gratitude and said considerately, "I made some black bean and glutinous rice

porridge in the kitchen. Drink some; it's good for our baby

." His mother, hearing this, chided him slightly, "Are you being nicer to me or to the baby in my belly?"

Seeing his mother's jealousy towards her unborn child, Zhang Wenqing laughed, "Of course, it's nicer to both of

you ! You're both my darlings, and you're my precious baby!

" He then gave his mother a big kiss on the forehead before turning and heading towards the kitchen.

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