Chapter 1

I was staring blankly at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test.

Suddenly, my husband, who was out for a business dinner, called and asked me to bring him some medicine.

His tone was urgent, and he hung up immediately after speaking.

Worried and anxious, I rushed across town.

But when I arrived, Ryan snatched the medicine from my hand without a word and turned away.

I was left forgotten in the freezing cold, swallowing the words I hadn't had a chance to say.

I waited until late into the night.

When he finally came out, he had another woman in his arms.

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"Emma, it's cold out. You're not dressed warmly enough. Let me drive you home," Ryan said gently, wrapping his coat around the woman standing opposite him.

Seeing this scene, my steps towards him came to an abrupt halt.

The woman called Emma noticed me first and lowered her head, nudging Ryan.

He asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Then he followed Emma's gaze and looked behind him.

When he saw me, he blurted out, "Why are you here?"

His tone when speaking to me was completely different from how he had spoken to Emma.

My feet, numb from standing in the cold wind for hours, felt heavy. My mouth was also numb.

I stuttered, "Didn't you ask me to come?"

He had asked me to come, then left me here while he was being intimate with another woman.

I turned my gaze to Emma.

She seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream, clutching Ryan's coat as she stepped out of his embrace.

"Lily, I'm so sorry for the trouble," she said.

"I just had a bit of a stomachache, and Ryan overreacted, insisting I take some medicine."

Her words were apologetic, but her tone was full of pride.

Only then did I realize that the medicine Ryan had asked me to bring was for Emma.

I had been so worried, constantly urging the driver to speed up on the way here.

I was still processing Emma's words when Ryan spoke up.

"It's no trouble at all. She's free anyway," he said.

It was the first time I had heard Ryan speak about me like this.

I looked up at him in disbelief.

But Ryan just turned to me and asked, "Do you need anything else?"

"If not, I'm going to take Emma home first."

"She's delicate and lightly dressed, unlike you, bundled up like an Eskimo."

I dressed warmly because I was sensitive to cold, and winters were always difficult for me.

I even had to work from home during winter because I couldn't go out.

Ryan knew all of this.

Yet he said this about me in front of Emma.

At that moment, I didn't know if I felt more embarrassed or angry.

After speaking, Ryan had already brought the car around.

I was about to move towards the passenger seat when Emma quickly stepped in front of me.

"Lily, I get carsick. Could I sit in the front?" she asked.

I wanted to say no.

But Ryan had already made the decision for me.

"Emma, go ahead and sit in front," he said.

"Lily goes to bed early, and it would be too late if I came back after dropping you off."

"She can take a cab home and get to bed earlier."

With that, Ryan handed me his wallet and drove off.

He didn't even give me a chance to speak.

But I had been waiting here because I couldn't get a cab.

I was so angry at Ryan that my stomach hurt. Belatedly, I began to suspect the nature of his relationship with Emma.

If they were just ordinary colleagues, why would he abandon his own wife to drive her home?

I walked for two hours with this suspicion.

Finally, unable to bear the cold any longer, I checked into a shabby hostel.

The walls were just thin wooden boards, and I could hear drunk people shouting outside. I was so scared that I didn't sleep all night.

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