Husband and Brother Bet Millions on My Baby’s Father

Keon, who had always refused to have children with me, suddenly became relentless. For three days and nights, he took me over and over again, without any protection.

I thought he had finally accepted me. Blushing, I held the pregnancy test in my hand, ready to share the good news with him. But before I could, I overheard a conversation in the company lounge—his voice, along with his childhood sweetheart and two close friends, filled with laughter.

"You guys spoil me too much. I was just curious about whose child it would be after doing this. The three of must treat Kelsey the worst you could. If she finds out she doesn’t even know who the father of her child is, do you think she’ll be mad?"

Keon scoffed. "Mad? She should be grateful! You didn’t see how happy she was when she thought she could have a baby."

"But, big bro, Kelsey is practically born for this"

"Keon, you’re really the only one ruthless enough to do this!"

"How about we make a bet? Let’s see who’d win. Whoever loses has to buy Kizzie jewelry at the auction—nothing under ten million!"

With their pride as men on the line, all three of them went all in, upping the stakes for themselves.

Kizzie watched them argue, their faces flushed with excitement and laughed delightedly. She glanced at me casually through the blinds, her expression indifferent.

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"Big bro, what if Kelsey finds out the child isn’t yours? What if the truth slips out?"

Keon let out a disdainful snort. "If she ends up pregnant with someone else’s child, it’ll only make her look like a whore cheating is bad enough, but getting knocked up? Even if Kelsey finds out, does she really have the face to say anything?"

"Besides, do you think I’d do something like this without a backup plan?"

As he spoke, he pulled a stack of photos from his pocket and scattered them across the table.

"Damn, her face isn’t even covered! If someone else sees these, there goes her so-called innocent reputation, hahaha!"

"Just like those magazines from over in Japan you can practically feel how filthy it is just from the pictures!"

Kizzie picked up a photo, glanced at it with disdain and casually tossed it aside.

The photo slid precisely through the crack of the door and landed right in front of me.

My breath nearly stopped. I scrambled to the ground, desperately picking up my dignity and shattered pride, shoving them into my sleeve as if that could make them disappear.

Tears poured uncontrollably from my eyes.

Keon had only married me because of his parent’s wishes. For years, he barely even touched me.

I thought he had finally warmed up to me. So even though I knew there was something in the drink that night, I still obediently swallowed it, letting my reason slip away bit by bit.

For the chance to have a child, for the hope of pleasing him, I had thrown away all my pride during those three days, giving in to him, responding to him, doing everything to make him happy. I didn’t even know when they switched people or when those photos were taken.

All of this happened just because of a single sentence from Kizzie, their beloved childhood sweetheart.

I ran out of the office as if my life depended on it. My clothes were perfectly in place, covering me from head to toe, yet I felt like every pair of eyes on the street was seeing me as I was in those photos bare, exposed, utterly humiliated.

The overwhelming shame pressed down on me, suffocating.

With my head down, I ran blindly forward. A walk that should’ve taken minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity.

When I finally got home, I rushed to the shredder, feeding the photos into it again and again, watching them turn into tiny, meaningless scraps. I wished I could shove my filthy self inside and destroy it too.

The loud slam of the door startled me, snapping me back to reality. It was Keon.

"Did your period come this month?"

I froze, unable to process his words. "W-what?"

He curled his lips into a smirk, his tone almost teasing.

"Sweet Pie, it was three whole days. I have plenty of confidence in my abilities. Come downstairs, I'm taking you to the hospital for a check-up."

Without waiting for my response, he grabbed me and pulled me toward the garage.

I sat motionless in the passenger seat, dazed. He sighed, then reached over to fasten my seatbelt.