Chapter 4

After dinner, Wyatt and I went home together.

As he leaned over to fasten my seatbelt, his phone lit up.

Wyatt just glanced at it before getting out to take the call.

I watched Wyatt walk farther away and turned on the car's Bluetooth.

Vivian's pleading voice came through:

"Wyatt, can you come keep me company tonight? You've been looking at Gianna all day—I'm getting jealous."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Wyatt frowned, "I'm married."

"So what? It's just a game anyway. You're not really going to tie yourself to her for life, are you?"

Vivian dismissed it, continuing to whine:

"Just have Preston go to Gianna. She's face-blind anyway, she can't tell the difference. Please?"

Vivian's wheedling worked.

After hanging up, Wyatt looked down, apparently texting someone.

Before long, he glanced back at me once, walked out of my line of sight, and when he returned, he'd become Preston.

As soon as Preston got in the car, he cupped the back of my head.

He kissed me until I could barely breathe. I gasped and tried to dodge.

He came closer again, kissing from the corner of my eye to the corner of my mouth.

His hands weren't behaving either, sliding up under my skirt.

"Baby, how about we try it in the car?"

The way Preston looked at me was always sticky and intense.

I pushed his hand away and turned my head to avoid him:

"Don't touch me."

Preston froze, then sneered:

"Used me and now you don't recognize me."

I ignored him the whole way home.

That day onwards, Wyatt didn't come back for a long time. Preston and the other three took turns impersonating him to keep me company.

Dating, watching movies, shopping, giving me gifts.

I calmly accepted everything. Everything seemed normal.

I squeezed out a day to meet with a lawyer about the divorce.

After the lawyer left, I sat there for a long time, my hand resting on my lower abdomen.

I didn't know.

Whether my impulsive decision to have this child was the right one.

A shadow suddenly fell before me. Before that hand could reach over, I quickly snatched the divorce agreement from the table.

"What's that, being so secretive? Baby, you didn't sell the company behind my back, did you?"

"If you did, that's fine too. Call me over and I'll help you count the money."

Preston pulled out a chair and sat beside me, reaching to hold me. I instinctively dodged.

His hand froze in midair. He mocked himself, half-serious, half-joking:

"Great, looks like I've fallen out of favor."

"Others get the seven-year itch, but we're only at three years and you're already bored."

"Was that guy just now the new one? Want me to chase him down and call him back?"

As he spoke, he started to get up.

I quickly grabbed him, glaring:

"Be serious."

Preston pressed his advantage, patting his thigh.

He was used to fooling around—I was genuinely worried he'd make a scene.

I put the divorce agreement back in my bag and reluctantly walked over.

Preston looked up, pinching my cheeks as he asked:

"Alright, what have you been mad at me about these past few days?"

This was different from Wyatt.

Whatever happened, Preston always wanted to talk it through with me.

But this time, between us.

With lies and deception between us, with tangled, indescribable feelings.

There was nothing left to say.

"Because I brought Vivian to the old house last time?"

Preston guessed one reason after another,

"Or because I got cake for Vivian that day and ignored you?"

I shook my head.

Vivian's voice dropped down at that moment:

"Oh my, if it isn't Gianna, and this is..."

I looked up at her voice, just in time to see Wyatt holding hands with her.