My Fiancée’s Little Boy Calls Me Dad Number Two
Upon my returning from the special ops mission I took on three years ago, I open the door to see my fiancee, Erica Lewis, pregnant and holding a child.
"This is your son," she declares as she passes the kid to me.
I freeze in shock.
My parents chuckle and explain, "You were gone for so long. Erica had to carry on the family name without you, so your older brother decided to help you with it. Isn't that great?"
Just like that, I'm forced to be the officiant at the wedding ceremony I spent the last three years eagerly anticipating. I'm expected to stand beside Erica and my brother, Alex Sherman, to watch them exchange wedding rings and to see them kiss each other passionately.
They have lied to all our friends and family, claiming that I couldn't have children. They humiliate me in public.
They've also spent all of my savings and moved into the villa I bought using the monetary reward I got from the army after completing a deadly mission. Erica and Alex even lie on the bed I'd picked out myself and take intimate photos of themselves to send to me.
"Don't be so sensitive. We're just helping you carry on the family name. Our kids are going to call you dad anyway."
I give up. "Don't bother. It's over between us, Erica."
After that, I call the army on the phone.