My Husband Named Our Daughter, After His First Love

It was unsurprising that Shawn fell in love with someone else.

Because we didn't be together because of love.

I was the only one trapped in this marriage arranged by my parents.

I already knew whether Shawn loved me or not.

But I always thought that Shawn, who was calm and gentle, would only fall in love with someone else after he broke up with me.

When I found out that he and his first love had a child who was older than my daughter, I was devastated.

I didn't expect I would become a joke after our sevenyear marriage.

Later I found out that Shawn even gave my daughter's name to commemorate his first love.

His first love was named Mia Milton, while our daughter was named Mian.

It turned out that one could never make others love him by time.

No matter how long!

It was almost time to get off work when I received a call from Shawn.

His meeting in the afternoon was quite long and he was afraid that he would not be able to pick up Mian.

The school where I worked was in the opposite direction of Mian's kindergarten.

In the past six months, Shawn had taken the initiative to pick up and drop off Mian at school.

I checked the time and packed up my things to get off work.

When I passed by a dessert shop, I bought Mian her favorite cake.

After getting in the car, Mian started chattering with me about what happened during the day.

"Mom, remember to buy a bunch of flowers when you come tomorrow!"

I fastened her seatbelt and asked her, "Don't you like cake?"

"Well..." she thought for a while and said, "But I prefer Ms. Milton to be happy."

Ms. Milton? I remembered that when Mian first entered kindergarten, the teacher who taught her class was named Parker.

"So what does buying flowers have to do with Ms. Milton?"

"Dad would buy flowers every time he picked me up and asked me to give them to Ms. Milton."

As soon as Mian finished speaking, my heart thumped as if something was pulling it.

I didn't notice the red light or the stopped vehicle at the intersection ahead and crashed straight into it.

Fortunately, my driving skills were not very good, so I drove slowly, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

Shawn was rushed to the hospital.

I was sitting on a bench outside the emergency room, waiting for Mian in a daze.

When Shawn saw me, he ran over quickly.

"Alice, are you okay?"

I looked up at him.

The worry in his eyes didn't seem fake.

Thinking about what Mian said, I couldn't help but feel that I was being too suspicious.

I told him what happened, but hid what Mian told me.

Shawn gently stroked my face which was swollen after the hit of the airbag, while looking anxiously towards the emergency room.

"How's Mian?"

"The doctor said she needs to take another CT scan, fearing that she might have a concussion."

"It's okay. I'm here. It's all my fault."

Shawn held me in his arms and comforted me softly.

A couple next to us who were arguing because their child had a high fever fell silent when they saw us.

Shawn was always calm and had a good temper.

This made many people envious.

But I was the only one who knew that it was because he didn't care about me.

Shawn and I met through a blind date.

My father and Shawn's father were comradesinarms.

One of them had advanced lung cancer and the other had advanced liver cancer.

Our father's wish was to see us have our own family.

With the help of both parties, Shawn and I got together after we met.

We were together not because of love, but for our fathers.

We got married half a month later.

After marriage, Shawn treated me very politely.

He spoke softly and politely, just like a modest gentleman.

If I hadn't heard from others how he acted when he broke up with his first love, I would have thought he was just like that.

That day his partner Kevin White came to our house for dinner.

I didn't have classes in the afternoon, so I went home early and prepared dinner in the kitchen.

Shawn and Kevin didn't notice me when they came back.

Kevin was standing at the entrance telling how Shawn cried hysterically when he broke up with his first love.

I lost my grip on the shovel and it fell to the ground with a sharp sound.

"Alice, you're home?"

I picked up the shovel and met Kevin's evasive eyes.

Shawn naturally took the shovel from my hand and said softly, "I'll do it!"

It was then that I realized Shawn was not a man without feelings.

But the person he had feelings for was not me!

Shawn was coaxing Mian to sleep in her room, and I was tossing and turning in bed.

I tried hard to recall the name of Shawn's first love that was mentioned by Kevin.

Just when I was about to figure it out, Shawn pushed the door open.

Seeing that I was not asleep yet, he was slightly startled.

"I'm going to take a shower first, you sleep first!"

I knew what he meant.

In the past six months, although we slept in the same bed every night, we never had sex.

Every time I slept close to him, he would find an excuse to get away.

"Okay!" I responded, turned over, and pretended to sleep.

I heard the sound of water in the bathroom, and I got up and picked up Shawn's cell phone.

There was no password, and the screen showed a photo of Mian.

When I opened WhatsApp, there was nothing unusual except for the conversations between him and the company employees.

Maybe I was overthinking it?

In the next few weeks, my schedule was full, and several teachers had to switch classes with me because of a fever.

After they recovered, I fell ill.

I took the advantage to have a good rest at home.

I was lying at home feeling restless that day, so I thought about picking up Mian from school.

I didn't tell Shawn about it. I planned that, after picking up Mian, the three of us to go out to have dinner and watch a movie.

When I was almost there, I suddenly remembered what Mian said last time about buying flowers.

Seeing that there was still time, and there happened to be a flower shop not far from the school, I got up and walked towards there.

The spring after the rain was like an ink painting. Small buds emerged from the soil, showing vitality.

I turned the corner and saw Shawn's car parked on the side of the road.

Just as I was about to go forward, I caught a glimpse of Shawn at the door of the flower shop, holding a bouquet and sniffing them.

He smelled the flowers in his hand and a smile that I had never seen before appeared on his face.

I remembered what Mian said about Shawn sending flowers to Ms. Milton.

My heart felt as if it was cut by a knife, and the stinging pain quickly spread throughout my body.

I quickly hid aside like a peeper, raised my phone, and adjusted the focus to the maximum.

Was that bouquet for Ms. Milton as Mian said?

The school opened and the teachers sent the children over to their parents one by one.

Mian was the last one to come out. She ran towards Shawn happily.

But when she got there, Shawn didn't hug her.

Instead, he held the bouquet and handed it to the girl in the security room.

I pointed the phone at the girl whose profile was only visible.

She looked very pretty when she smiled, with shallow dimples on her face.

She was the kind of girl who looked innocent at first glance.

Next to that girl, Shawn's smile was gentle and relaxed.

Shawn gently tucked the girl's hair behind her ears.

The affection in their eyes was undisguised in the slightest.

I returned home in a daze, stood in front of the floortoceiling window, staring at the vehicles passing by below, and couldn't help feeling a chill in my heart.

I had known for a long time that Shawn didn't like me.

After all, we didn't get together because of love.

In the first two years of our marriage, Shawn never touched me and we always slept in separate rooms.

Suddenly one day, he drank too much and was sent home by Kevin.

When I was changing his clothes, he suddenly leaned over and pressed me under him.

He was crazy and merciless to me that night.

He didn't stop even though I kept screaming in pain.

The next day, he was at a loss when he saw me tortured to the point of being unable to move and the bed sheets covered in red.

It was at that time that I was pregnant with Mian.

It was almost eight o'clock when Shawn came back with Mian.

I didn't turn on the light, and Mian came into the room and went straight to me who was standing in front of the window.

Shawn turned on the main light, and the light hurt my eyes.

I covered my eyes and felt dizzy.

"What's wrong with you?"

Shawn helped me sit down on the sofa. His cold hand rested on my forehead for a moment, and he quickly went into the house to take out the ear thermometer.

"You're having a fever, Alice, why didn't you tell me?"

His tone sounded reproach.

I closed my eyes and let him look at me.

I didn't know how his relationship developed with that girl.

Did they kiss or have sex?

Thinking of this, my stomach churned, and then I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom.

"Mom, are you going to have a baby?"

I was squatting beside the toilet and retching, and Mian came over and handed me a wet wipe.

I looked up and met Shawn's complicated look.

I had no idea how to explain to a fouryearold kid how babies came.

Shawn and I hadn't had sex for nearly half a year.

I'd been with him for seven years, but we had sex no more than ten times in total.

And every time he did it when he was drunk.

Shawn was cooking in the kitchen, and Mian was sitting on the bed with me, holding a sketchbook.

After a while, Mian drew a picture.

It was a picture of a family of four, a man, a woman, and two children.

"What did you draw?"

I thought Mian drew it because she thought I was pregnant.

"Mom, they are dad, Ms. Milton, me, and Owen."

I was startled suddenly, and it felt like something in my heart was breaking, causing pain.

"Owen? Who is he?"

"He is Ms. Milton's child!"

Mian answered with an innocent look and even drew a bouquet on Ms. Milton's hand.

I narrowed my eyes and thought about it.

Could it be that Shawn and Ms. Milton both cheated on their spouses?

Shawn came in with the food.

After seeing Mian's painting, he paused for a moment, then soon returned to normal.

He didn't know that I noticed his reaction.

He never showed his emotions.

Today, I was mentally broken down because of a painting.

I didn't expose what he did today.

After eating, I sent a message.

"Are you free to meet at noon tomorrow?"

When Kevin came, I had already refilled five cups of coffee.

"Don't you drink coffee?"

After he sat down, he asked the waiter to bring me a glass of warm water.

I glanced behind him, and he immediately understood. "I didn't tell Shawn!"

"What was Shawn's first love called?"

I asked bluntly.

Kevin did not hide it. "Mia."

When Kevin said this name, my heart seemed to be hit hard by a drumstick.

Mia Milton.

Ms. Milton.

What a coincidence.

No wonder Shawn suddenly wanted to change kindergarten for Mian half a year ago.

At that time I strongly opposed it because he never cared about anything concerning Mian.

When I gave birth to Mian, he was on a business trip in the Harbor District and didn't come back.

He said that I was busy at work, so he would be responsible for picking up and dropping off Mian at school.

I thought he suddenly became nice to me but now I realized that he just wanted to use the excuse of picking up Mian to date his first love.

I didn't want to expose Shawn.

I would certainly divorce him.

But because of Mian, I couldn't leave directly.

I wanted to maximize our interests.

Kevin told me that Mia's parents forced them to break up because they disliked Shawn's poor family background.

Shawn's father had been taking medicine for liver disease all year round, and his mother had also been in poor health.

After we got married, both his parents passed away.

It was my father who gave all his savings to Shawn before he passed away, so Shawn had the money to cooperate with Kevin to start a company.

Now that Shawn's economic conditions had improved, Mia was eager to get close to him.

I couldn't let her wish be fulfilled.

After getting off work, I parked in the garage and waited for Shawn to come back.

He arrived home on time and it seemed that he did not have a date with Mia today.

After he took Mian upstairs, I got into his car with the spare key.

The dashcam recorded him coming home from work every day.

The sound of him dating Mia was also recorded.

There was also the laughter of Mian and Owen.

They were as familiar with each other as a family of four.

I listened to it day after day, and my phone kept recording it.

Until a boy's voice was heard.

It made me completely unable to calm down.