Chapter 4 The Wedding Night

Albert closed the door and isolated his home from the outside world.

He was gloomy.

'Will she ask her secret lover over when I'm not home?'

The man had come to Isabel right after they consummated their marriage. So who on earth was the true groom?

On the wedding night...

Albert tried his best to recall the happiest night in his life. Four years ago, after he and his sweet, pretty wife tied the knot, Albert was turned from a boy to a real man!

They had gone back here after the wedding ceremony in the hotel. So how could the secret lover manage to get in when Isabel and he were the only two inside? It was their bridal chamber... Did Isabel let the guy in?

Isabel must have let him in. Did she ask the man to wear a groom's suit as well while she was in her wedding gown? The two of them should be the real couple. And in the bridal chamber, they...

'But what was I doing at that time?' Albert let out a curse. 'What was I doing?'

Albert couldn't remember what happened that night. The only thing he was sure of was that he and Isabel had had sex, which explained why he was the son's father.

But Isabel must have slept with that jerk as well. That was why Veronica was the guy's daughter.

But which one of them had slept with her first?

He couldn't summon up the details of that night at all. That was the most terrible. He knew it was the crux of the problem. He knew the guy had been his home. And maybe the guy had been right beside him. Then he popped out and got it on with his wife.

'What the hell was I doing at that time?'

'Why did you humiliate me like this, whore?'

'I swear I'm going to divorce you, you slut!'

Albert was furious.

The possibility for twins to have two biological fathers was less than 0.01% because two conditions should be met at the same time. First, the mother should have two eggs at that time. And secondly, both eggs should be fertilized in an incredibly short time.

On the second day of the wedding, Albert took his wife abroad for a honeymoon. In an alien country, they had never left each other alone. As a result, no man was able to get between them.

So the crux was that night. But what the heck was he doing?

The more Albert thought about it, the more he felt a splitting headache.

He came to the garage and pondered for a while. Then he headed upstairs again, opened the door, and walked in.

Isabel was sitting on the sofa in the living room and making a phone call. Her eyes widened when she spotted him. She probably didn't expect him to come back because she hung up the phone immediately and looked anxious.

'She was talking to that guy? Sure, as soon as I left, she couldn't wait to contact that jerk. Was she telling the guy to come over since I'm gone?'

Slut!

His heart ached. He was seized by the urge to vomit again.

He couldn't look directly into his wife's ugly face. He couldn't look at her. Or he would throw up.

"I forgot to bring the car key."

He grabbed the key and hurried out.

"Honey, why are you..."

He heard her voice when he closed the door, but he rushed towards the elevator this time.

'Divorce! I'm going to divorce her!'

Riding his old electric scooter to the hospital, Albert warned himself that he should never have faith in his wife again. She had been cheating on him for at least four years, and she never loved him. A woman like her didn't deserve a second chance. A marriage like that didn't deserve to keep going on!

He must find out who her lover was even after he divorced Isabel. Albert wanted his revenge!

He was going to return the humiliation tenfold!

'How dare you lay a finger on my woman under my nose? You should have a woman as well, shouldn't you? Isabel was the prettiest girl in the college. With her family background and her high standard for men, her secret lover should not be ordinary. Maybe the jerk was an elite or a renowned scholar. He must have his shining point. A man like that should be married already, right? Good. Now that he's fooled around with my wife, I should let him know what I feel like as well. I'll meet his wife. Even if he doesn't have a wife, he might have a sister or two for me to get to know. If he's the only child, he should at least have a mother, right? Then I'll meet his freaking mother...'

Hatred had twisted Albert's face more when he was in the wind. Had he not wearing a helmet, the passers-by would be taken aback by the venomous look on his face!

It was his business. It was a shame in his family. He couldn't let anyone find out about it... Albert collected himself when arrived at the underground parking lot of the hospital. Then he headed to the Inpatient Department.

The floor he was on was the research center of the elderly where patients suffering from strokes were treated.

The hospital was strictly hierarchical, and every major post was occupied for a long time. There were seldom staff changes in the department.

For example, three years before Albert started to work for the hospital, the director of the Inpatient Department hadn't been changed.

When Albert was an intern, he was only responsible for trifles such as writing down the medical records for the attending doctors. He could not treat patients directly. Four years had passed, and he still had no right to treat patients.

He was promoted from an intern to a full-time doctor in the department only because Isabel's parents had used their connections.

'Wait, Isabel was the one who earned the position for me? Why did she send me here? Is it because of my profession? Or is it because it's more convenient for her to cheat on me?'

'I have been on the night shift a lot in the past three years. But she encourages me to keep doing it, saying that we need to earn more money for our twins. She tells me that since I'm still young, I should work at night a lot more because the pay is good. And my supervisor will like me better, which helps with my career. And I believed her. I actually believed her. But dang it! It's just an excuse for her to meet her secret lover! Every night when I am not home, she can go out with the jerk or ask him to sleep over. When I'm sleeping at home during the day, she can be with that jerk outside again. Dang it, I am just a cover for her and her secret lover!'

'I sleep in the bed they have shared. I'm under the quilt they were in. And I use the toiletries they left. When I come back and tell Isabel I want to make out with her, she always gives me the runaround by saying that I'm just a tired man in need of sleep. She always regards it as an inconvenient time because I always need to work tomorrow. When I insist to be with her, she just smooths me over with a simple kiss. When she can't talk me out of it, I... Now in retrospect, I'm just a typical cheated husband. Dang! She kisses that jerk and presses that mouth of hers on mine while telling me how she appreciates me for working hard and how she wishes I can work harder. That is the most disgusting thing I've ever known.'

'Dang it!'

Dejected, Albert stared blankly at the screen of his computer. He came back to his senses only when he heard someone calling him from the door.

Outside, doctors were walking back from wards with the patients' families for further medical advice.

"Doctor Austen is available now, and he is looking for you."

"Okay. Thank you."

"You look pale, Doctor Melville. Are you okay?"

"Well, I have an upset stomach because I've eaten something I shouldn't."

Albert knew it was the excuse for his day off, so he blurted it out and hurried to another office.

"Hey, Albert, you're here. Come and fill in the form."

His mentor, Kent Austen, was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He was a lean, average-looking man with glasses. That being said, he was known as one of the best doctors in the Inpatient Department.

And of course, his bad temper was also well-known.

Albert's heart sank when he read the form. This department recruiting was under the charge of Isabel's aunt. Now that he was determined to divorce Isabel, he was bringing himself trouble if he was transferred.