Chapter 2

After thinking all night, by the next day's prenatal checkup, my eyes had dark circles under them.

The doctor examined me and warned us that now that I was pregnant, we shouldn't be so active in bed.

Derek's face darkened.

He knelt by the examination bed, helping me put on my shoes and socks. From my angle, I could only see the top of his head. But from his unusually silent demeanor, I could tell he was unhappy.

I sneered inwardly. This was the consequence he'd caused with his own hands—what right did he have to be unhappy?

"Derek, I've been feeling so awful since getting pregnant. The doctor said the baby isn't developing well. Maybe we should just terminate it." In the end, he was someone I'd married out of love. I couldn't help making one last test for our relationship.

Did he really not care about me at all?

His hands paused while putting on my shoes, then he gently stood up and kissed my forehead: "Why are you talking nonsense? Didn't you sleep well?"

The gaze meeting mine was full of sharp, uneasy scrutiny.

He was wondering if I'd actually been awake last night and discovered their secret.

My heart turned to ash.

But then something even more desperate happened.

When we reached the stairwell, he actually tried to push me down from behind.

The metal handrail reflected like a mirror, showing his twisted, vicious expression. In that instant, all my hopes for this man completely shattered.

I suddenly turned and threw myself into his arms, hugging his waist and acting cute with him like usual, catching him completely off guard.

But inside, I was sneering coldly.

You bastard, just wait. Dare to covet my kidney, treat me like a breeding tool? You two scumbags can hold hands and go to hell together!