I Asked for a Baby Six Years and He Gave Her Two Instead Chapter 01
In my sixth year at the top-secret research facility, my husband couldn’t visit again due to work.
I endured a thirty-six-hour train ride to his university, bought a bouquet, and planned to surprise him.
The clerk asked warmly, “Would you like a greeting card?”
I nodded and said my husband’s name.
The clerk looked up warily, “Why are you sending roses to my boss?”
“Let me tell you, the boss and his wife are rock solid. Don’t even think about trying your luck with him.”
I stared, stunned for a second before anger took over. “Is that how you speak to a customer? Is your boss’s name copyrighted or something?”
The clerk ignored me, arrogantly pointing to the marriage certificate behind her, “Is the Ethan Carter you’re talking about him?”
My blood ran cold when I saw the photo—I couldn’t utter a word.
She tossed the flowers back into the bucket scornfully and turned to make a call in the corner.
Soon after, a woman pushing a stroller walked over, “Are you the one trying to buy roses to hit on my husband?”
“Ever since he made full professor, I get one of you every other day!”
As she spoke, she spotted the military insignia under my down jacket, “A government official meddling in other people’s marriages?”
The woman spoke loudly, drawing a crowd.
People around them chimed in:
“Calm down, Chloe—Professor Carter loves you so much, he’d never look at anyone else!”
“Maybe she’s here to see him about something—ask first.”
Hearing that, the woman softened her tone, “What are you here to see my husband about?”
Trying to process everything, I struggled to hide my shock and lied hastily, “I need his academic journals.”
The woman let out a sigh of relief, warmly pulling me to sit down, “Hey, it was just a misunderstanding?”
“My name’s Chloe Bennett—I’m Ethan Carter’s wife.”
“Are you interested in his recent research on… what was it, radiation?”
“Neutron radiation research,” I said flatly.
Chloe smiled, “Exactly—you’re a scholar too!”
“Unlike me, I only finished middle school and don’t know anything.”
I forced a stiff smile.
Ethan and I both have PhDs—he became a professor, while I’d worked in seclusion at the facility for six years.
I’d cared for his mother alone back home, shouldered everything by myself, struggled six years to earn honors—only to find my husband had another family behind my back.
Just then, a middle-aged woman walked in from outside, “Did your Professor Carter finally let you go out?”
Chloe grinned playfully, “Margaret, you have to keep it a secret for me.”
“If Ethan finds out I went out alone, he’ll get worried again!”
Margaret smiled too, “I’ve lived over fifty years, never seen a man who dotes on his wife so much.”
“This is homemade shortbread—Ethan asked me to bring it to you specially.”
Chloe took the bag, blushing slightly, “He’s always like this—I mention something casually, and he remembers.”
A sharp pain twisted in my chest as I listened, my face paling a little.
Chloe offered me a cookie, saying with a smile, “You look so young—are you married yet?”
“When you look for a man someday, find someone like Ethan who treats you right.”
“Otherwise, you’ll suffer a lot!”
How ironic those words felt.
I’d thought my husband—obsessed with research, clumsy in daily life—had saved all his thoughtfulness for his second family.
“Mom!” A shout interrupted us.
I stared in shock at the little girl walking over—she looked just like Ethan.
She walked to Chloe and pouted, “When will Daddy come home? I miss him a little.”
