My Husband is a Stranger! (English Version)

“What?!” Clarisse’s eyes nearly popped out in shock. The two of them were sitting on a small sofa inside the apartment they were both renting. It had two small bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, a comfort room, and a living area. Just enough for the two of them. “Yes… and what’s wrong with that?” Lyndsay answered absentmindedly, followed by a shrug. “Nothing?” Clarisse snapped. “You slept with a stranger, and now you’re asking me, ‘what’s wrong with that?!’ I swear, I might just shake you so you’ll wake up!” Lyndsay laughed at her friend’s reaction, watching how her brows furrowed, and her lips kept twitching in frustration. This was exactly how Clarisse looked whenever she was worked up—like a fierce sss. “Lyndsay Antonette, you gave yourself to someone you don’t even know… what if something comes out of that?!” Clarisse exclaimed. “Actually… I already thought about that,” Lyndsay replied. “But what can I do? It has already happened. I have already done it.” “That’s exactly what I wanted anyway—to have someone I can be with for life. A child who will call me Mommy. Isn’t that nice?” Lyndsay stood up and grabbed some chips from the small fridge, casually munching on them. “And you really think it’s that simple?!” Clarisse snapped again, clearly going into beast mode. They were so close, like sisters, which was why Clarisse felt like she was about to lose her temper completely. How could she not be angry? What Lyndsay did was, honestly, reckless. Clarisse stood up as well and grabbed cold water from the fridge, needing something to calm herself down. Lyndsay had just slept with a man she met in a bar. She didn’t even know his name. Any decent woman wouldn’t do that—but what was done was done. She couldn’t take it back anymore. Something inside her had pushed her—like a whisper telling her he was the right man to give her a child. And like a fool, she gave in. And now, because her period had just ended, she was certain she was in her fertile days. The man she had been with was incredibly handsome—truly perfect-looking. Their combination would have been ideal, especially since she herself was also beautiful. In fact, she had many admirers, but she never took any of them seriously. She was picky when it came to men, and she had never truly committed to anyone. A few moments later, Clarisse turned on the electric fan, clearly feeling the tension and heat in the room. “Are you okay, Clarisse?” Lyndsay asked. “I don’t even know anymore, Lyndsay. Just… I hope you don’t regret this in the end,” Clarisse said, disappointment evident in her voice. Strangely, despite everything, Lyndsay didn’t feel fear or regret. At twenty-six, she had given her virginity to a man she had just met the night before. “I don’t know… I really don’t know what got into you,” Clarisse continued, pacing slightly. “And now you’re just sitting there blankly. I just hope you don’t regret it.” That word—regret—kept repeating in Lyndsay’s mind. Honestly, she didn’t even know why she did it. Wasn’t she supposed to save herself for the man she would marry? That was how she always handled her past relationships. Maybe that was why none of her relationships worked—because she never gave that part of herself. And yet now, in just one night, she gave it away like it meant nothing. Maybe because she no longer believed in fairy-tale love stories. Ever since she discovered that her own father cheated on her mother, she lost faith in true love. For her, love was no guarantee that you would be loved back. Just like what happened to her mother. So what was the point of taking relationships seriously? For Lyndsay, love was a gamble. Once, she gambled on Marcus—and she lost. He cheated on her. He said he only followed responsibility because he got another woman pregnant—his former girlfriend. They had a moment at a college party, and that mistake led to a child. He chose responsibility over her. But what hurt Lyndsay the most wasn’t even that. It was a betrayal. While she trusted him completely, he was already loving someone else behind her back. She gave everything, only to be deceived. And that broke her completely. Since then, she could no longer trust love. Now, all she wanted was a child of her own—her own flesh and blood. A child she could call hers. Something that would complete her as a woman. “Well… if I do get pregnant, Clarisse, that would still be a blessing for me. And of course, you’ll be the godmother,” Lyndsay joked. “That’s it! I’m done with you, Lyndsay!” Clarisse said in frustration before storming into her room. Lyndsay was left alone, staring at her still-flat stomach. What if… something really came out of that one night?