Chapter 2
"Tiffany! You won't believe anything I say, fine! Tomorrow, I'll have a doctor examine her! Then you'll believe me!"
Julian's voice on the phone snapped me back to reality.
I never imagined that after my clear refusal, he would actually agree to such a thing just to placate Tiffany!
The next morning, Tiffany arrived with a male doctor.
Julian was stunned. He told her,
"No male doctors, it has to be a female doctor!"
His face hardened, a flicker of jealousy in his eyes.
He might be cheating himself, but he still kept a tight leash on me. If I spoke to another man for more than two sentences, he'd go ballistic with jealousy.
Tiffany scowled: "What's the difference between a male and female doctor? It's just a quick check-up anyway!"
Julian coaxed her, "Let's just get a female doctor instead."
Tiffany reluctantly agreed.
I walked silently to Tiffany, then slapped her across the face.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! You're just a mistress! What right do you have to interfere with my and Julian's bedroom affairs!"
Just to spite her, I even deliberately added:
"The only reason Julian didn't hit your monthly KPI is because he spent 17 nights with me this month, and he was too exhausted!"
Seventeen times!
That colossal number was like a bombshell to Tiffany.
She instantly broke down, tears streaming down her face, and screamed at Julian:
"You still won't admit it! She just admitted it!"
Julian was furious with me. He scolded,
"What are you talking about?! Aren't things messy enough already?!"
Tiffany, clutching her stinging face, ran off in a rage.
Julian immediately chased after her to explain.
The ironic thing was that as he ran after Tiffany, he ordered his butler:
"Give Mrs. Blackwood her medication!"
Ever since his affair started, I'd developed panic attacks, unable to be touched by him. The moment he touched me, I'd feel sick and suffocated. Twice, I even had to be rushed to the emergency room.
For years, he'd spent a fortune on various medications to "cure" me.
He'd often reassure me, "I'll make you better. Once you're well, we'll have a child."
What he didn't know was that I'd poured all those medicines down the drain. I hadn't taken a single dose.
I counted down the days, yearning for the day I could leave.
On my way to apply for an overseas visa, Julian's people suddenly intercepted me.
I was confined to the mansion, then forced onto a cold, hard examination table.
Five female doctors roughly restrained my arms and legs.
As I struggled frantically, one of the female doctors' video calls rang.
The next second, Tiffany's voice came through.
"Make sure you examine her thoroughly! Miss Reed, we're professionals in this field."
I roared with uncontrollable rage, "Tiffany, I'll kill you!"
"Julian, I'll make you pay for this!"
I knew he had to be with Tiffany.
Sure enough, his voice came through the phone:
"Aria, Tiffany's pregnant. I'm 35, don't make things difficult for me, okay?"
His meaning was clear: he wanted me to cooperate with the examination.
He had wanted to be a father since he was 25.
We once had a child too, but Julian had fertility issues, making it difficult for me to conceive.
He took a lot of medication and underwent treatment for several years before I finally got pregnant.
That time of nurturing a new life was the happiest period Julian and I ever shared.
But just as I was nine months pregnant and about to give birth, Julian fell for Tiffany at first sight.
Tiffany was young, beautiful, and vibrant.
He completely fell for her after just one motorcycle ride.
That day, Tiffany posted a photo of the two of them on a motorcycle online.
It caused a stir, with countless netizens praising them as a perfect, made-for-each-other couple.
I stumbled upon the video three days later. The shock triggered a difficult labor, and I lost our child.
The loss of our child didn't make Julian change his ways.
He cried and promised me, "It was just an accident, we'll have another child."
Julian didn't know that from that moment on, I had completely given up on him.