Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Wesley looked at Yerick, who was kneeling on the ground, and his heart ached.

He painfully closed his eyes, wanting to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the words at the tip of his tongue.

"Mom, why did you die without telling me who my father is? Were you afraid I would hate him? I did hate him, but now I'm all alone. How I wish I could find my real father. Even though I'd be angry at him, I think I would forgive him, as long as...as long as he's willing to accept me as his son."

Wesley opened his eyes, a flicker of hope flashing in his gaze. Finally, he released the emotions he had been holding back.

"Yerry, I'm your father."

Yerick turned to look at Wesley, his eyes wide with shock. "What did you say?"

Wesley crouched down, knelt on one knee, and held Yerick's hand tightly. "I am your biological father. I'm sorry for only telling you now, Yerry."

"You're my biological father? Why... Why you? You're my godfather!" Yerick's expression was one of disbelief.

your wallet. That's when I started suspecting you were my

real son. Yerry, I'm sorry. I was too cowardly. I was afraid you'd be angry, afraid you'd hate me, so I

stared at him in shock, stumbling as he got up from the ground. "You're

to make it up to you, I'm willing to give anything, as long as you can forgive me. I'm truly

you really

lying to you," Wesley

Yerick stepped forward, gently

the tombstone.

see that? I've

turns out he's the man you've been hiding from me all along. You didn't want to tell me. Was it to protect him? Mom,

behind

felt a sharp pain in his head. The world

He was lying in a pit, with piles of dirt

watch as the dirt buried