Chapter 2

I waited until three in the morning, and just as I expected, the door opened.

Skye was helping a stinking drunk Kolt back inside.

"Kolt, can you hold it in, please? There's someone else home!"

I looked up, just in time to see Kolt holding Skye, kissing her passionately, unable to pull away.

Seeing my face dark with fury, Skye quickly apologized, her voice trembling.

"Bonnie, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you'd be here."

Her words made me laugh sardonically, my voice as cold as ice.

"I'm in my own home. Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?"

That single sentence made Skye's eyes redden.

Kolt noticed she was crying. Unhurried, he bent down to kiss away her tears, then turned to me.

"Look what you've done! You've scared this poor girl to tears. You're really something else!"

I bit my lip, forcing back the tears.

"Kolt, in the future… can you please stop bringing women home?"

He knew I was a stickler for fidelity. I couldn't tolerate even a hint of disloyalty.

Yet, he still did things to hurt me.

Skye, who just a second ago was limply leaning in Kolt's arms, now looked like a startled fawn.

She stared at me timidly.

"Bonnie, I know you hate me. I'll leave right away."

However, before she could take a single step, Kolt pulled her back, embracing her tightly.

"No! I forbid you to go."

Meeting my crestfallen gaze, Kolt's tone became impatient.

"It's raining outside. Where do you expect her to go?"

I forcefully suppressed the urge to march over and slap both of them.

"Where she goes is none of my business. But one thing's for sure: I forbid her from stepping foot in the master bedroom again. She'd just make my bed dirty."

Skye felt humiliated. She broke free from Kolt's embrace and ran out.

"Are you happy being so aggressive?"

Kolt glared at me fiercely, then rushed out after her.

The next day, with a heavy heart, I went to the hospital for a follow-up. The doctor told me I was pregnant.

My first reaction was,

"I can't keep this child."

The doctor frowned, puzzled.

"Ms. Hayes, your husband has a low sperm count. You know better than anyone how precious this baby is. How can you say you don't want it?"

Unable to resist the doctor's pleas, I took the pregnancy test results to Kolt's company.

His assistant, Ben, dared to stop me, stammering that Kolt was meeting an important client and couldn't see me.

The next second, Skye's ill-timed joyful cry shattered the fabricated calm.

"You poor thing, standing guard for them for so long."

I gave Ben a self-deprecating smile, crumpled the pregnancy test, and pushed the door open.

Seeing the disgusting scene inside, my heart clenched painfully.

Both of them panicked when they saw me.

Kolt, without a hint of redness in his face, calmly adjusted his clothes, reverting to his usual composed self.

"I've been working overtime recently and my back hurts. Skye was just helping me with a massage, it's not what you think."

I didn't want to hear his excuses. I threw the crumpled paper ball at him.

"I'm pregnant. When are you going to break things off with her? I don't want our child to be born with you still messing around with this little hussy. It'll seriously affect the child's well-being."

"What? You're pregnant?"

Kolt excitedly unfurled the paper, then rushed over and hugged me.

"Bonnie, thank you! My parents have been dying for me to be a father. You're a hero to the Hayes family!"

I knew Kolt loved children, so even though he had a low sperm count, I was willing to endure painful fertility injections every month.

Just as I thought he would settle down and return to our family,

Skye's mocking laugh suddenly echoed from behind me.

"So what if you're pregnant? It's no big deal."