Irvin panicked instantly, scrambling to gather the scattered invitations on the table.

"It's nothing—I was just checking who we missed. I need to send out more, that's all."

I frowned at him. Something in my gut told me he wasn't being honest.

Still uneasy, I found a moment to call my mother.

"Mom, you know Baby's one-month celebration is this Saturday, right?"

She laughed warmly. "Of course! I've already got the red envelope ready to celebrate my grandson!"

"Grandson?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean?"

My father took the phone. "Irvin told us—he's letting Baby take your surname. They'll change it right after the celebration."

I was about to tell them that Marcia had already had her name changed, but before I could finish, the line went dead.

Afterward, my mother sent a text saying something had come up and we'd talk on Saturday.

That evening, Irvin came home to find me waiting in the living room.

"My parents said you agreed to let Baby take my surname?"

He smiled and nodded. "That's right. They wanted Baby to carry on the Pruitt name, didn't they?"

I frowned, reminding him again. "But Marcia already—"

He suddenly leaned down and kissed my forehead, gazing at me with what looked like pure devotion.

"It's fine, sweetheart. I've thought it through. If both children take your name, I'm okay with that."

His words only deepened my confusion.

Since when had he become a completely different person?

And even if he truly agreed—what about his mother? Would she ever accept this?

That night, I tested the waters with my mother-in-law.

To my surprise, she agreed as well.

"Yes, Irvin mentioned it. Your parents are getting older—it's only natural they'd want a grandchild to carry on the family name."

With her saying that, I let the matter go.

After all, if both children took my surname, my parents would only end up giving more.

The next morning, I dressed Baby in his outfit for the celebration. Then my mother-in-law spoke up.

"Greta, dear, the venue's going to be packed with people. Why don't you and Baby just stay home? No need to deal with all that chaos—what if the crowd overwhelms him?"

I stared at her, bewildered. "Today is his one-month celebration. How can he not be there?"

She smiled reassuringly. "It's really just an excuse to get everyone together. He's so little—it won't be convenient. Besides, your father's relatives all smoke like chimneys. We don't want Baby breathing that in."

She had a point there.

The first year of our marriage, Irvin and I had gone back to his hometown for a banquet. His relatives had smoked so heavily the entire room was thick with it. I could barely breathe.

"Alright then."

Seeing me relent, she added, "Oh, and your parents must be dying to see Baby. Tell them not to bother going to the hotel—they can come straight here to keep you and the little one company."

I'd been thinking the same thing. Since she'd offered, I didn't refuse.

But then Baby suddenly got an upset stomach, and I was so busy changing his diaper that I forgot to message my parents.

By the time I remembered, it was already noon. I called immediately.

"Hello? Mom, Dad—are you at the hotel? Don't bother going. Just come straight to the house to see me and Baby."

But my mother's voice was strange. "You and Baby are at home? Then who's that child I'm looking at in your mother-in-law's arms? And the one Irvin is holding?"

I froze.

I looked down at the baby in my arms.

Baby was here with me. So whose child did Irvin have?

Just then, my phone buzzed. Marcia's teacher had tagged me in the class group chat—the school summer camp registration was closing, and Marcia was the only one who hadn't signed up. She needed me to send a photo of Marcia's household registration page.

I rushed to find the household registration book, but when I flipped to my daughter's page, I froze.

Her name was supposed to have been changed to Marcia Pruitt. Instead, it still read Marcia Cobb—and there was no "former name" entry added.

Which meant Irvin had never changed her name at all.

My whole body started trembling. I immediately called my best friend, Elena Lambert.

Her phone rang for a long time before someone picked up.

Before I could say a word, a familiar voice came through the speaker.

"Elena, come quick! Your dad wants you to bring Baby over to toast the guests."

That was... my mother-in-law's voice.