My Wife’s Baby for Her White Moonlight Chapter 2

“Luke, would you be that person for me?”

Looking at the raw hope in her eyes, I couldn't help but smile. I held out my hand.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Luke.”

She beamed. It was a smile that lit up her entire face.

After that day, we became inseparable.

She told me everything. She shared her joys when she was happy and confessed her fears when she was sad. We explored every corner of the city together.

A coworker pulled me aside once and warned me not to get too attached, telling me she had an old flame she could never quite get over.

I just smiled. It didn't matter. I only saw her as a friend.

But the more time I spent with her, the more my heart went out to her. Her father was gone, her mother was a workaholic, and everyone else around her was only interested in her looks. She didn't have a single real friend in the world.

She deserved to be loved.

Later, her mother was in a car accident. On her deathbed, she grabbed my hand.

“Luke, I can see it. You genuinely care for Ava, and I am so grateful you came into her life.”

“Her father is gone, and now I’m going too. I can’t bear the thought of leaving her all alone in this world.”

“Luke, can you promise me you’ll always take care of her?”

How could I refuse a dying mother’s last wish?

Ava and I got married.

After the wedding, I devoted myself to her. I gave her all the love I had. I practically split myself in two, balancing a demanding job with my determination to build a happy home for her.

Sometimes, when I’d mention how tired I was, she’d give me a playful smile and start massaging my shoulders. “God was so good to me,” she’d say. “He brought you into my life.”

“Honey, it’s going to be you and me, forever.”

But she was the first to break that promise.

She was the one who shattered everything.

I saw her again two months later. She and Daniel were walking out of the airport, and she was holding a baby.

“Honey, Daniel adopted this baby overseas! Isn’t he just adorable?” she said with a bright smile.

I couldn’t smile back. I just nodded numbly.

Daniel chimed in, a smug grin on his face. “I ran into Ava abroad. She saw how much I was struggling to care for the baby on my own and insisted I come back with her. She said she could help me out.”

I ignored the challenge in his eyes and turned to Ava.

She couldn’t meet my gaze. She looked down and mumbled, “Daniel’s a single dad, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. We have a spare room, so I thought he and the baby could stay with us. That way we can help out when we have time.”

I just stared at her, speechless.

That house was our home, the sanctuary we had built together. And she wanted him to live in it.

The knife in my gut twisted again. My voice was a croak when I finally managed to speak.

“Fine.”

Ava’s face broke into a relieved smile. “Honey, I knew you’d understand! You’re the best!”

I forced a smile of my own.

It wasn’t that I was the best. It was that in that moment, my heart had shattered completely.

I just didn’t care anymore.

That night, as we were getting ready for bed, Ava said, “You go ahead and sleep, honey. The baby might get fussy tonight, I’ll come back after I get him settled.”

I waited all night. She never came back.

The next morning, she had an excuse ready. “The baby cried all night long. He didn't fall asleep until dawn. Look, I have dark circles under my eyes.”

“Yeah, Ava was a real lifesaver last night,” Daniel added, his tone dripping with provocation. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without her. You’re not going to get the wrong idea, are you, Luke?”

I said nothing. I just turned and started making breakfast.

“Honey, the baby’s one-month celebration is in a couple of days. I was thinking of helping Daniel throw a little party. What do you think?”

My hand paused over the cutting board. “Fine,” I said, my face a blank mask.

“Thanks, honey!” Ava exclaimed, and immediately went to discuss the party details with Daniel.