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.

started suspecting you were my son. I secretly

you'd hate me, so I couldn't tell you the

as he got up from the ground. "You're really

give anything, as long as you can forgive me. I'm truly sorry

you really

lying to you,"

Yerick stepped forward, gently

the tombstone. "Mom,

see that? I've found

hiding from me all along. You didn't want to tell me. Was it to

Yerick pulled a shovel from behind the tombstone

his head. The world spun, and he collapsed

found his hands and feet bound. He was lying in a pit, with piles of dirt being shoveled

and he could only watch as the dirt