The Housekeeper's Claim
For ten years, my professor husband, Daniel Whitmore, and I loved each other deeply, treating each other with respect and care.
Our only regret was that he had azoospermia, so we were never able to have a child.
Then, on our tenth wedding anniversary, the housekeeper, Megan Wright, suddenly claimed she was pregnant with Daniel's child.
I thought she was joking.
Two days later, she threw a paternity test result in my face. The test proved that the child she was carrying was Daniel's.
Megan sued us.
On the day of the hearing, she cried in front of the courthouse, telling the media how Daniel had molested her. She said we were a pair of perverts who treated her like a breeding machine and kept her confined in our home.
Daniel and I couldn't defend ourselves at all. The netizens labeled us demon employers and nailed us to a pillar of shame.
Daniel lost his job at the university, and his students were ashamed of him.
I was fired from my company that same day.
In the end, Daniel couldn't withstand the pressure of public opinion and committed suicide in prison.
I became a rat on the streets, hunted down and beaten by netizens. Driven insane, I wandered into traffic and died miserably in the middle of the road.
Even at death, I couldn't understand how Megan had become pregnant with the child of my husband, who had azoospermia.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the day before Megan claimed she was pregnant with Daniel's child.