My Girlfriend Claimed to Be a Virtuous Woman, but Then She Gave Birth to a Black Baby

I found a pair of battered-up lingerie stockings in my girlfriend's bag.

My gaze locked on the irregular yellowish stains on them, and I froze.

I stayed silent, doing nothing but secretly pouring some fiery hot chili oil into the lube.

From that day on, I became a regular at the hospital.

Not for me, though. It was for the genes of a Black man.

The day she gave birth, she clutched the newborn Black baby, her expression manic, as if struck by lightning.

"No, wait, who put this in my belly?!"

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