After I Accidentally Became a Mother, I Ruined My Husband's Family

　　I saw a question on the Internet. [What if she's ignorant when she's young and gives birth to a child before marriage?]

　　There was a high praise below. [Just like me, I told the public that my parents had a son when they were old. Now my son is three years old, and I have married another person. My wife loves my parents and helps me take care of my child every day!]

　　Just as I was about to type and curse, I suddenly realized.

　　My newlywed husband happens to have a three-year-old brother!

　　While slacking off at work, I came across another question on my phone. [Help! I was young and foolish and had a child out of wedlock! The woman refused to marry me and left the child with my family. How can I ever find a wife in the future?]

　　I clicked on the question and saw a highly up voted answer.

　　[That's easy, just move to a new place and say it's your parents' child born late in life. That's what I did. I moved from the countryside to the city, rented a place for my parents to look after the child, and none of the neighbors knew us. They even praised my parents for being so lucky!]

　　[Plus, my son is three years old now, and I got married less than a year ago to a single woman with three houses. My family kept it a secret from her, and she pities my parents, helping them take care of the child!]

　　The comment section had thousands of comments, some scolding him, some saying he was smart, and some joking around indifferently.

　　I was furious at this despicable answer and was about to type an angry response when suddenly I realized.

　　My husband whom I had been married to for less than a year, had a three-year-old brother!

　　At that moment, my hands and feet went cold, but I quickly comforted myself. My husband Dwayne was honest and upright, treated me very well, and hands over most of his salary. He couldn't be such a despicable person.

　　Even my best friend often envied me, saying I married into a good family.

　　But the details described in the answer were so similar to my husband's family. The IP address was the same, and before we got married, his family indeed rented a house and had just moved to the city a few years ago. Most importantly, I am an only child with three houses.

　　One was the wedding room where I lived with my husband, one was for my parents, and the other was for my own apartment after work.

　　Thinking of this, I couldn't help but swallow hard, and my fingers trembled slightly.

　　Until I got home from work, that answer kept spinning in my head.

　　I couldn't figure it out but didn't dare to ask, fearing it would hurt our relationship.

　　When I groggily opened the door, Maureen immediately jumped into my arms. "Sister-in-law, hug!"

　　Looking at little Maureen's face, which resembled Dwayne, I became increasingly suspicious.

　　I patted little Maureen's head but didn't hug him. Just then, my father-in-law called him over to put on a bib.

　　Walking into the house, my husband was washing vegetables. Seeing me come in, he wiped his hands and gave me a hug.

　　"You've had a hard day, honey. There's some fruit on the table that Mom bought this afternoon. Go wash up and have some."

　　Looking at my husband's gentle smile, my doubts subsided a bit.

　　We indeed met through an introduction, dated for six months, and then got married. Although Dwayne's family is ordinary, he has good character and treats me very well. After marriage, my in-laws were also very kind and never interfered with our lives.

　　"How could it be him? I must be overthinking."

　　I muttered softly.

　　"What are you muttering about? Come eat some strawberries, or Maureen will finish them all!"

　　My mother-in-law laughed and called me over.

　　"Okay, Mom."

　　I sat on the sofa, and my mother-in-law was feeding Maureen strawberries.

　　"By the way, where's the pacifier I asked you to buy for Maureen?"

　　"Oh! I forgot about it!"

　　I slapped my thigh, having been preoccupied with that answer all day, forgetting my mother-in-law's request.

　　"Look at you, your memory is not as good as mine. Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

　　I scratched my head in embarrassment, feeling more guilty for doubting my husband and mother-in-law.

　　Just as I was about to grab a strawberry, my husband's phone on the coffee table lit up.

　　"The pacifier for Maureen is left with me, when will you come to get it?"