Perfect Marriage with My Substitute Wife

Kathleen was having a fitful sleep when she was awoken by a bitingly cold presence.

Her gaze landed on Samuel, who was standing by her bed.

She was overcome with nerves and disbelief that he had actually returned.

Samuel regarded the squeamish Kathleen in an icily condescending manner. “You’re pregnant?”

“No. Who told you that? Do you deny the lab test results?” Kathleen bit back as she worried her bottom lip.

“Then what is it that you’re looking at?” retorted Samuel as he pointed at the tablet.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “I had promised to help Gemma out tomorrow by volunteering at a charity home advocating for autistic children. Do you find fault in me doing some background research beforehand?”

That managed to convince Samuel.

“What time will you be leaving tomorrow?” asked Samuel dispassionately.

“I plan to reach by ten o’clock.”

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

That was a close call. Her pregnancy was almost revealed.

“Are you certain you’re not pregnant?” Samuel reiterated.

“Of course. When have I skipped my birth control pills?” deadpanned Kathleen.

“That trip to the hot springs two months prior.” Samuel could still recall it vividly.

Well, that was true indeed.

Kathleen had decided to head to the hot springs on a whim while Samuel had been there on a job inspection. Neither she nor Samuel had an inkling that either party would be present, yet both had met out of sheer coincidence.

It had only taken Samuel one look at Kathleen, enticingly flushed and bundled up in a bathrobe, for him to ravish her completely in his room.

In the heat of the moment, Samuel had forgotten to bring along his condoms.

He rarely used them, as a matter of fact, and relied on Kathleen’s regular intake of morning-after pills.

After their night together, he had urged Kathleen to take her pills on time and hastily left for work.

Kathleen was so wrung out after the night’s exertions that she failed to act on it immediately.

She had brushed off the reminder since she wasn’t ovulating and promptly forgotten all about it.

they slept together. Hence, she did not see

had been planted in her womb, and a

weren’t around when I was taking my plan B pills the last time,” explained Kathleen coolly. “I’ll ingest them right now if you still

proceeded to retrieve a box of morning-after pills

grabbed her hand, disrupting her. “Fine, I trust you. You haven’t been feeling well lately. Taking

future men I meet won’t let me suffer through this, unlike you! All you care about is your

Samuel was incensed.

Still, it is true that Kathleen often has

contraceptive measures, would you prefer to be as fecund as

man were to truly love me,

on. No man would commit

full of yourself that your opinions are skewed. I swear I’ll prove it to you by finding a good man

such men are a mere figment of your wishful

spend. Besides, her needs and wants, both in bed and in day-to-day life are well taken care

out there are a dime a dozen. I can’t believe my poor luck to

we’re fated

if! Curse my rotten luck. I must have been

lust-addled to

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

sensed that something

it seemed that she had inexplicably become more prone to losing her

research, however, it could be that her mood

the space between her eyebrows, deflated.

proceeded to flop onto the bed, pull up the covers,

Samuel grimaced.

anger then promptly snooze off like nobody’s business. She would not have dared to do so in the past. When did she become

her quick wit in switching the

wouldn’t have proposed to take

eventually drifted off

glacial gaze was pinned on the bottle of birth-control

eyesore. Best get rid of it. How am I

good man was defined by his actions in not allowing her to consume

condom from this

and turned to his side, taking in the view of

luscious as fresh peach and slept as soundly as an

everyone seems drawn to her. Especially Christopher. The way he looks at

and he

scum!” Kathleen shrieked as she

the commotion, but