Taking his mistress to give birth, the husband was shocked when the doctor who delivered the baby was his wife, and the unexpected ending….

Minh – a 38-year-old, handsome, successful man, runs a small but thriving architectural firm. He is married to Trang, a famous obstetrician at an international hospital. From the outside, their life seems perfect: two well-behaved children, a house in a high-end urban area, both of their careers are stable. But hidden behind that curtain of happiness are secrets that Minh has kept hidden for too long.

Nearly a year ago, at an architecture networking party, Minh met Ha – a young, beautiful girl who had just graduated from university and was doing an internship at an interior design company. Ha was gentle and soft-spoken, the complete opposite of Trang – his sharp, strong wife who was always busy with work.

Minh was quickly attracted to Ha’s immaturity, something he thought he had lost in his overly “professional” marriage with Trang. The secret dates, the expensive gifts, the promises of “divorcing to be with you”… all made Ha believe that Minh truly loved her.

Until one day, Ha sighed, held Minh’s hand and said:

– I’m pregnant.

Minh was stunned. This was not in the plan. He had always thought this relationship would be temporary, a short-term “resting place”, but now it had turned into a mess.

– Are you going to… keep it? – Minh asked, his voice hoarse.

– I have decided. I will keep it. You don’t have to take any responsibility if you don’t want to. But I can’t abort the baby.

That night, Minh did not sleep. He did not dare to tell Trang, did not dare to think about the prospect of everything collapsing. In the end, he chose to secretly take care of Ha, taking her to check-ups in secret places, renting a separate apartment for her in an apartment complex in another part of the city.

As time passed, Ha’s belly grew bigger and bigger. Minh started to lie more and more: irregular meetings, rushed business trips, and even late pick-up times with the excuse of being stuck in traffic.

Trang was not a woman who could be easily fooled. She began to suspect but said nothing, just silently observed. She read in her husband’s eyes a fear, a concealment. But she chose to remain silent. Perhaps to wait and see how far he would go in this web of lies.

The day Ha went into labor was a pouring rain afternoon. Minh was in a meeting when he received a call:

– Honey, my stomach hurts so much… It seems like… it’s time…

Minh hurriedly drove to the apartment, helped Ha into the car, and took her to a private hospital – a place he thought no one would know. On the way, his hands were shaking, his heart was pounding. Although he always protected this relationship, deep down, Minh knew he was doing something unforgivable.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Ha was pushed into the delivery room. Minh stood outside, his heart in turmoil. He couldn’t call anyone, couldn’t talk to anyone. He could only pace back and forth in the hallway, each step a flash of regret.

The delivery room door opened. A nurse came out and called out:

– Where is the family of the pregnant woman Tran Hai Ha?

Minh startled and stepped forward.

– I’m here!

The nurse glanced at him, nodded, and said:

– The birth is a bit difficult, the team leader on duty today will be in charge of delivering the baby. Please wait a moment.

Less than five minutes later, Minh heard the sound of medical clogs echoing down the hallway. He turned around, his heart stopping.

The woman wore a white blouse, a mask covering almost half of her face, but her eyes were unmistakable.

Trang – his wife – was heading straight towards the delivery room. She stopped, looking at Minh with eyes colder than ever.

– Hello. We meet here… at the right time, huh?

Minh opened his mouth, speechless. His hands were shaking. The whole world seemed to be spinning.

Trang turned away, her voice emotionless:

– I will deliver  your daughter and your mistress . As a doctor, I must fulfill my responsibility. As a wife, I have nothing more to say.

Cánh cửa phòng sinh đóng lại. Minh sụp xuống chiếc ghế bên ngoài, đầu cúi gục giữa hai bàn tay.

Anh biết, tất cả đã kết thúc…

Thời gian trong bệnh viện dường như ngưng đọng. Minh ngồi bất động trên chiếc ghế nhựa lạnh ngắt ở hành lang, đầu óc trống rỗng. Mọi thứ vừa xảy ra như một cơn ác mộng sống động. Không, không phải ác mộng nữa — là sự thật, đau đớn đến mức khiến anh không còn cảm nhận được nỗi sợ nữa.

Khoảnh khắc ánh mắt của Trang gặp ánh mắt của anh, anh nhận ra một điều: cô đã biết từ lâu. Từng cái nhìn lạnh lẽo, từng khoảng lặng bất thường trong những bữa cơm tối, từng câu hỏi nửa đùa nửa thật — hóa ra tất cả đều là dấu hiệu. Và anh, kẻ tội đồ, đã quá ngu ngốc để tin rằng mình có thể che giấu mãi mãi.

Một tiếng khóc trẻ con vang lên.

Minh bật dậy. Tiếng khóc ấy xé toạc không gian, khiến trái tim anh thắt lại. Đó là con anh. Một sinh linh bé bỏng vừa chào đời trong một hoàn cảnh mà đến chính người làm cha cũng không thể chúc mừng trọn vẹn.

Cánh cửa phòng sinh mở ra. Một y tá đẩy chiếc xe đựng em bé ra ngoài. Minh bước lại, run rẩy hỏi:

– Em bé… ổn chứ?

– Bé gái. Cân nặng 3,2 kg. Mẹ tròn con vuông. Nhưng…

– Nhưng sao?

Y tá nhìn anh ái ngại.

– Bác sĩ Trang – người trực tiếp đỡ đẻ – vừa yêu cầu chuyển ca. Cô ấy không muốn tiếp tục ca hậu sản.

Minh cảm thấy như có ai đó vừa đấm vào ngực mình.

Vài tiếng sau, Minh được phép vào thăm Hạ. Cô nằm trên giường bệnh, mặt nhợt nhạt, mái tóc rối bời, nhưng đôi mắt lại sáng lên khi thấy Minh.

– Anh… nhìn con đi, đáng yêu lắm…

Minh nhìn đứa bé nhỏ xíu đang nằm ngủ bên cạnh. Mắt anh cay xè. Đứa bé hoàn toàn vô tội. Và Hạ — dù là “người thứ ba” trong mắt xã hội — giờ đây lại là người anh không thể quay lưng.

– Em có sao không? – Anh hỏi nhỏ.

– Đau… nhưng vui… – Hạ mỉm cười yếu ớt – Bác sĩ đỡ đẻ cho em lúc đầu không nói gì. Nhưng em nhận ra chị ấy ngay từ ánh mắt đầu tiên… Là vợ anh đúng không?

Minh im lặng. Hạ gật đầu, như tự trả lời cho mình.

– Em đoán rồi… Em thấy chị ấy cứng rắn lắm. Đỡ đẻ cho em, lau máu cho em, cắt dây rốn cho con anh… mà mắt không rưng một giọt nước.

Minh gục đầu, giọng nghèn nghẹn:

– Anh xin lỗi…

Hạ quay mặt đi.

– Đừng nói xin lỗi em. Hãy nói với vợ anh trước đi…

Hai ngày sau, Minh trở về nhà. Căn nhà trống hoác. Đèn phòng khách vẫn bật, nhưng không có tiếng nói, không có tiếng cười con trẻ. Một mảnh giấy đặt ngay ngắn trên bàn.

“Em đã dọn về nhà ngoại. Hai đứa nhỏ đi cùng em. Khi nào anh sẵn sàng nói chuyện nghiêm túc, hãy đến.”

Chữ viết của Trang. Nắn nót, dứt khoát, không một nét run.

Minh ngồi sụp xuống ghế sofa. Tất cả giờ như tan thành tro bụi. Cuộc sống mà anh từng nghĩ rằng mình có thể kiểm soát – giờ đây rơi vào hỗn loạn.

Một tuần sau, Minh đến nhà bố mẹ vợ. Anh gõ cửa rất lâu, Trang mới bước ra. Cô vẫn đẹp, vẫn mạnh mẽ, nhưng trong mắt có một thứ gì đó đã chết.

– Em cho anh 10 phút. – Cô lạnh lùng nói.

Hai người ngồi đối diện trong phòng khách. Không con cái, không người lớn. Chỉ có sự nặng nề treo lơ lửng trong không khí.

– I have no excuse. – Minh began. – It’s all my fault. I was… I was weak, stupid, and selfish.

– So what do you want? – Trang asked, emotionless.

– I don’t know… – Minh honestly – I know I ruined everything. But I don’t want to lose you… lose our child…

Trang was silent for a long time, then sighed:

– You’re gone, Minh. We can’t go back to the way things were. A family can’t stand if the husband stands on two sticks.

She looked straight at him, her voice trembling slightly:

– Do you know what it feels like to have to sew up your husband’s mistress? To deliver a baby, cut the umbilical cord, wipe away the blood… and feel like your heart is being torn to pieces?

Minh bowed his head. Tears fell.

– I don’t need you to beg. I just need you to be honest. Do you intend to live with her?

– I… don’t know. She has my child. But… my heart is still here.

Page smiled faintly:

– It doesn’t matter where your heart is. It’s what you do that defines you.

She stood up:

– I will separate. Maybe later divorce. But you are still the father of the children. I do not forbid them from seeing you. As for the other girl, please take good care of her. For the child. At least you should do one last right thing.

A few months later, Trang filed for divorce. She did not ask for any property, only custody of the children. Minh was allowed to see the two children every weekend. He also started living with Ha – not because he loved them as much as before, but because of responsibility.

Sometimes, Minh looked at the little girl in his arms – her eyes were exactly like Trang’s. He knew that even if he could turn back time, he would not be able to fix his mistakes. Because there were cracks that, once created… would never heal again.