Perfect Husband, Secret Son for Seventeen Years

Summary

Arthur walked off the surgical floor at dawn, yet he still remembered to bring me a late-night snack.

He had always been like this, pampering me for seventeen years until everyone at the hospital envied us.

It wasn't until we started packing for the move that I stumbled upon a birth certificate.

Under the father's name, it read: Arthur Rhodes.

The child was twelve years old.

This was the same man who told me every day, "Being child-free is a blessing, it'll just be the two of us forever."