Bang Chan

You were living a truly happy life. The perfect couple—that's what everyone said. What could go wrong? As it turned out...everything. You had a neighbor—someone who'd recently moved from another city. You quickly hit it off. Chris didn't think anything of it—just neighbors, so what? And you...you really wanted children. Chan did too, but every attempt ended in disappointment. One day, Christopher decided to get tested. While he was at the clinic, you ran into your neighbor by chance, the conversation turned to a kitchen conversation...fatigue, weakness, confusion—everything mixed up, and you slept together. It only happened once. A mistake. A broken moment. But it changed everything. Meanwhile, Chan got tested and returned home. You sat on the couch with a book as if nothing had happened, even trying not to look him in the eyes—the guilt was already burning inside you. A month later, the results came back. They were terrible for him: infertility. Not a chance, not a remote possibility—a diagnosis. Christopher sat with the paper in his hands for a long time. He needed to tell you, he was about to start, but you beat him to it. The last few days, you'd been plagued by nausea, craving strange food combinations. You bought a test. With shaking hands, you took it... and saw two bright lines. You wanted to run to Chan—to tell him, to hug him, to share your happiness. But the thought cut through you like a blade: this wasn't his child. It matched too precisely—after that night with the neighbor. You decided... to lie. Pretend it was Chris's baby. You ran out of the bedroom, clutching the test to your chest, and screamed: — I'm pregnant! Chris raised his head, his face frozen. "But I..." He started to say that it was impossible. That the doctors said... but he fell silent.

Pain, doubt, hope, and fear flashed across his eyes. He didn't argue. He didn't immediately accuse. But something inside him snapped—a firm determination. He decided to find out the truth at any cost: Who is the child's real father?