My Husband is a Stranger! (English Version)

Chapter Three: Keeping the Baby

Lyndsay clearly saw how Clarisse kept swallowing nervously one after another. The tension in her body was obvious. Carefully, Lyndsay went back to bed. Even now, she still felt slightly dizzy. Clarisse had also brought warm soup, which helped settle her upset stomach.

Even before, Clarisse had always been by Lyndsay’s side. She was kind-hearted, and even now that everything had changed, her support remained the same.

Clarisse opened the small built-in cabinet and took out pajamas and clothes for Lyndsay to change into.

Her clothes were slightly damp with sweat from all the vomiting earlier.

“What are your plans now?” Clarisse asked seriously.

“Clarisse, you should know me by now…” Lyndsay replied softly. “Of course, I will continue this pregnancy. I will love this child and give everything I can for him.”

She slowly began changing into more comfortable clothes.

Her body still felt weak from nausea. She knew she needed to rest to regain her strength.

“You don’t plan to tell the father of that child… that he’s a father?” Clarisse asked carefully.

“What for?” Lyndsay answered immediately. “From the very beginning, I knew this could happen. I don’t even know if he’s single or married—and honestly, it doesn’t matter to me. I’ll keep this baby. We don’t need him in our lives.”

Clarisse handed her a glass of water. It helped Lyndsay recover a little from earlier.

Something was definitely happening to her body—maybe the early stage of pregnancy.

Lyndsay gently touched her still-flat stomach.

Now, a child was growing inside her—one she already knew she would love completely.

She knew she might sound crazy for choosing this path instead of settling down with a husband like most women.

But Lyndsay came from a broken family. Because of that, she feared commitment.

She had witnessed how her mother suffered after her father left them to be with another woman. And she never wanted to experience that kind of pain.

For Lyndsay, life always felt incomplete with or without a man—but she believed she could still be happy.

Because of her beauty, she always had admirers since high school and college. She had boyfriends too, but none of them lasted.

Her last relationship ended when she discovered her boyfriend had another woman.

Betrayal was the root of her broken family. And for Lyndsay, betrayal had no forgiveness.

A mistake could no longer be called a mistake if it was done repeatedly.

She believed her father made his own choice—and because of that, her resentment toward him remained.

His infidelity was the reason she no longer wanted to get married.

She had told Clarisse this many times, so her best friend already understood—Lyndsay was truly happy with her decision to keep the baby.

“Sis, what are your plans now?” Clarisse asked again.

“Clarisse, don’t worry. I can handle this,” Lyndsay said with a soft smile. “This child is a gift. I already love him so much. I’m happy… I’m contented.”

But as she smiled, tears slowly fell from her eyes—mixed emotions overflowing.

Clarisse immediately wiped her tears and hugged her tightly.

From day one, they had always been like sisters.

Lyndsay knew how lucky she was to have a friend like Clarisse.

After that, Clarisse stopped asking questions. Lyndsay lay down and tried to sleep, but her mind refused to rest.

Instead, the image of the man kept appearing in her thoughts.

She couldn’t deny it—he was incredibly attractive.

She estimated he was in his mid-30s, with a strong built body and a very smooth, handsome face.

She remembered his physique clearly—like someone who regularly worked out at the gym.

She also assumed he had a good job because of how well he carried himself and the way he dressed.

His lips were slightly red, almost as if they were always inviting a kiss.

She also remembered how she rushed out of the condo that morning after realizing what had happened between them.

She didn’t even ask for his name—she was too panicked.

Yes, she didn’t regret what happened—but the fear of being seen by someone she knew kept bothering her.

What if the man was married? What if someone came after her?

And she had no intention of chasing him anyway.

She shifted her position again, hoping to finally rest.

“This is hard, baby,” she whispered to her unborn child. “Even if I close my eyes, I still see your father… I’m sorry, my child. You might grow up like me—without a complete family… but it’s okay, right?”

“Don’t worry, my baby. Even if it’s just the two of us, we will still be happy. You and me… that’s enough,” Lyndsay whispered softly to her still-flat stomach.