Scumbag Dad, I'm Tired of You

My dad had been in a good mood, he would smile when he was alone.

I was curious and asked my mom what happened to him.

My mom said casually, "Maybe he won the lottery."

I found out that my dad indeed won something, he got a son.

His mistress gave birth to him.

1

Realizing that something was wrong with my dad was not a coincidence.

One day, I was walking downstairs in the neighborhood.

Suddenly, a woman pushing a baby stroller came over and asked if I could help her take a photo with her baby.

The woman was wearing a plain dress, her hair was shoulder-length and loose, and she looked gentle, so I agreed.

She picked up the baby and smiled brightly at me.

I gave her the phone back. She flipped through the photos, saying thank you while looking at me and the baby.

"Girl, you are so beautiful. Do you think my son looks like you?"

I couldn't tell whether she was complimenting me or had some other meaning.

Comparing me to a few-month-old baby?

Baffling.

I chuckled awkwardly and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the woman took out a bouquet from the basket under the stroller and handed it to me. "I just bought these flowers, and I'm giving them to you."

It was a bouquet of peonies.

Before I could react, the woman pushed the stroller and walked away.

I was shocked for a long time.

Was this woman so extroverted?

2

I came home with flowers, and my mom was mopping the floor.

I showed her the flowers and said, "I just met a strange woman downstairs who forced me to take a bunch of flowers. It's strange."

My mother glanced at the flower, said nothing, and continued mopping the floor.

Sometimes, I thought my mom had mysophobia. She mopped the floor several times a day and couldn't stop.

I put the flowers in the vase and went back to my room to chat with my best friend on the bed about this strange thing.

"You said that the strange woman gave you peonies?"

"Yes, what's wrong with peonies? They are quite beautiful."

"Peony also means separation. Something is wrong. Haven't you seen the story about the mistress on the Internet?"

After she said that, my heart skipped a beat, and I recounted the woman's strange words in detail.

My best friend called me.

After the phone call, I was still shocked.

According to her, my dad had an affair.

The mistress showed off in front of me?

This was ridiculous!

My dad is 47 years old, and I had an older sister who was already married.

He was about to have a grandson, why would he cheat?

But other than that, it was hard to explain these strange things that I just encountered.

Upon further thought, although my dad was aged, he was capable. He was a company executive with an annual salary of one million, and he could indeed attract women.

I felt more and more wrong.

3

In the evening, my dad came back from work.

Carrying a briefcase, and dressed in a suit, he looked like a professional in the workplace.

I couldn't associate him with a scumbag.

I decided to secretly investigate this matter first to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

After dinner, my dad put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, playing with his phone.

Suddenly, he laughed, and he laughed happily.

I had doubts in my mind, so everything seemed wrong to me, and I didn't hear any sound of funny videos.

"Dad, what video are you watching? You are so happy, let me see."

My dad turned off the phone. "Nothing, I'm going out."

After saying that, he put on his shoes and went out in a hurry.

Something was wrong.

In the past, my father would go to the study to work after dinner.

But during the days when I was home for the holidays, he always went out after dinner and came back very late.

I secretly followed him, wanting to find out what was going on.

I saw my dad go downstairs and go to the underground garage.

However, after he drove the car out, he didn't leave the community, but parked outside, it seems he was waiting for someone.

Not long after, a person in a plain dress came over.

It was the woman I saw this morning.

After seeing the woman coming, my dad got out of the car and personally opened the passenger door for her. He was also considerate and used his hands to protect the top of her head.

After the two of them sat down, my dad drove away.

I stood still as if struck by lightning, it was true!

My dad had an affair!

Usually, when he drove my mother out, he was always nagging and impatient. He complained that my mom slammed the car door too hard or too slowly. He had never been so attentive.

I took out my phone and checked my dad's location.

Our family had been linked to the positioning system so that we could see each other's location.

After confirming their route, I took a taxi to follow them.

Finally, I followed them into a shopping mall.

4

I put on the mask and let my usually tied-up hair down.

Without much effort, I saw them in the gold shop on the first floor.

The woman sat on the chair, focusing on a piece of gold jewelry, while my dad stood beside her, looking wealthy.

I recorded everything.

Not long after, my dad readily used his card to pay.

I saw the woman receive the bag from the salesperson with a sweet smile. Then she took my dad's hand and acted like a spoiled child.

"Henry's done, now it's my turn."

"Sure, pick whatever you like, and I will pay."

My dad affectionately wrapped his arm around her waist and went upstairs.

Henry?

I recalled this morning the woman called the child in the stroller "Henry".

After they left, I rushed to the counter.

"The things those two just picked are pretty nice, can I have a look?" "Well, they are here to pick up a custom-made gold medal for their child's first birthday, weighing 30 grams. Which model would you like to order, please?"

The staff handed over a picture book.

Thirty grams of gold cost more than 2,000 dollars.

Usually, my dad wouldn't even buy a bouquet for my mom's birthday. I didn't expect him to be so generous to this woman.

I casually flipped through the picture book and quickly caught up with them.

Then, I saw the two of them buying things, including luxury bags, clothes from specialty stores, shoes, and perfumes. My father bought them all readily.

They said men looked the best when they paid money, but when I saw my dad spending money on other women, I wanted to punch him.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took a taxi home after taking a few videos.

5

After returning home, I continued checking the location system to see when they would return.

Judging from the fact that the woman was walking around the community with a baby stroller, I suspected that she lived in this community.

My dad was great. He had two families.

After seeing them enter the community, I secretly went downstairs. Following the location, I saw my father carrying a lot of bags, walking into Building 36 with the woman, and then taking the elevator upstairs. The elevator stopped on the 18th floor, so I quickly ran out to observe.

This unit has one elevator and two households, but both households on the 18th floor have their lights on, so for a moment, I couldn't tell which one they went into.

There were two households per floor in this unit, but the lights in the two households on the 18th floor were on, so it was difficult to tell which room they had entered.

Thinking about this made me even more angry.

My mother was a full-time housewife and had endless housework to do every day.

A few years ago, she had a back problem, so I suggested to my dad that we should hire a servant.

We can afford to hire a servant, but my dad was disdainful of this, saying that there was nothing much to do at home, and there was no need to hire a servant.

My sister and I used to help with housework, but my sister was married and I was in college, so my mom had to do the housework by herself.

My father hired a servant for his mistress, but his wife took care of him for decades.

6

I returned home and my mom was still doing laundry.

"Mom, you can just put these clothes in the washing machine."

"These are all your dad's expensive clothes. He said the washing machine would damage them, so he asked me to wash them. You can have fun. I'll finish them quickly."

Back in my room, I wanted to cry.

My mother was a kind woman. She had worked hard for decades to take care of the family. She obeyed her husband's orders and never complained. But she ends up like this.

If she knew that not only did Dad cheat, but he also had an illegitimate child, how sad she would be.

I decided to meet that woman first.

7

The next day, I went to the property management.

"I'm the owner of Room 1701, Building 36. Water is seeping down from the upper floor. There's no response when I knock on their door. Could you help me check that household's number?"

I have done some things here before, and the staff knew me. Although they didn't know which unit I lived in, they knew that I was a homeowner in this community.

Therefore, they took out the information registration book and showed it to me.

I saw my father's name, Alexander Vargas, in the column of Building 36, 1801, followed by a phone number and Valerie Hampton at the bottom, which should be the woman's name.

What was even more outrageous to me was that in the registration book, they were registered as husband and wife.

I pretended to ask casually,

"Has the owner of this house changed? I remember that those two people didn't live there before."

A few staff members who had nothing to do were chatting, so they checked it for me.

"Well, they bought it a year ago."

I quickly took a picture of the information and thanked the staff.

8

I went straight to Building 36, Room 1801. Looking at the closed door, I was furious.

Without ringing the doorbell, I kicked the door, making a loud noise, as if this was the only way to vent my anger.

The small grille on the door opened, and a middle-aged woman looked at me through the wire mesh.

"Who are you looking for? Why are you knocking so hard?"

"I'm looking for Valerie, I'm Miley Vargas!"

After asking a few questions, she opened the door and I walked in.

This was an exquisitely decorated house, with bright windows and clean tables, and it was kept spotless by the servant.

From furniture and appliances to daily necessities, everything was worth a lot of money.

A woman in a light blue dress was sitting leisurely on a yellow leather sofa, looking at me with a fake smile.

"Miley, you're here. Did you like the flowers I gave you yesterday?"

I looked around the house and felt heartbroken.

In the most prominent position in the living room, there was a family photo.

My dad and this woman were intimately cuddling together, holding a baby.

If that man wasn't my dad, they would look like a happy family of three.

The woman followed my gaze and smiled, saying, "This is a photo Alexander and I took of our baby when he was one year old. How about it? It's pretty good, right?"

Then, she pointed to a luxury small bag.

"I saw you last night. I wanted to get your opinion. You should know that your dad's taste is bad. But I guessed that you didn't want your dad to find out because you were wearing a mask, so I bought a few more things. There's always something nice."

I had never seen such a shameless woman.

"Yes, my dad's taste isn't good. Otherwise, why would he have an affair with a slut like you?"

Valerie didn't care about my scolding. "I heard that you are a college student, but your quality is not good. You still curse."

Not only did I know how to curse, but I also knew how to fight.

9

I picked up the fruit plate and smashed that family photo.

With a thud, the photo fell and smashed on the ground.

The baby who was playing in the living room was frightened by this scene and cried loudly.

The servant quickly picked up the baby and comforted him.

Valerie's smile faded, and her face turned gloomy. "Miley, you've gone too far! I'm telling you, this is my home, get out now. Tell your mother to pack up and leave when you get home. Alexander said that the house she lives in now will belong to my son."

I pointed at the crying baby and said, "You're dreaming. As long as my mom doesn't divorce my dad, your child is illegitimate, a bastard. You, a mistress, still want to share the house? Stop dreaming!"

Valerie walked calmly to the servant and picked up the baby. "Mistress? You don't understand the affairs of adults. Alexander loves me. It was your mother who would rather be a free servant than get a divorce. She was the one who interfered with our relationship. Who can she blame if she can't give birth to a son?"

Listening to her arrogant words, I couldn't bear it anymore and slapped her in the face.

With a loud sound, the fingerprints appeared clearly on her face.

"If you dare to scold my mom again, I will smash your face!"

"You bitch, how dare you hit me! You will be as cheap as your mother in the future. She can't keep a man even if she serves him for her whole life"

I lost control and slapped her again. The woman held the baby in one hand and blocked my slap with the other.

The scene was chaotic.

As we were pushing and shoving, the woman lost her grip on the baby, and the baby fell to the ground with a thud.

After a moment of silence, the baby burst into loud crying, heart-wrenching.

I was stunned and my hand froze.

Valerie looked at the baby, her face turned pale. She screamed and then shouted at the servant, "Get her out of here, my son, call an ambulance, right now!"