After His Confession

The moment I heard Tony admit the affair, my hand froze against my stomach, and my expression went still.

Tony didn’t notice anything wrong. Instead, he continued to ramble on.

“Jane works at a club. I was drunk that night we slept together. I didn’t expect that just once would get her pregnant.”

He smiled faintly, then leaned in and kissed my forehead.

“It was just an accident. Don’t worry. The one I love most is still you. No one can shake our relationship.”

I clenched my fists, about to lash out, but just then, the ringing of his phone interrupted me.

Tony answered calmly, without avoiding me at all.

“What? You’re already there? Jane is carrying my child. Don’t mess with her. Wait for me, I’ll be there soon.”

He hurried out after hanging up. Before closing the door, he even reminded me, “I bought your favorite cheesecake. Remember to eat it. If it gets late, go to sleep first. I’ll be back after I meet up with the guys.”

His Maybach disappeared into the rainy night.

Without hesitation, I immediately got into my car and followed him.

At the club, I saw Jane. She was a young girl, her eyes red as she cried softly, looking wronged and pitiful.

Tony comforted her with a gentle expression that made me think back to the time when he pursued me.

Back then, I was just a poor student who only knew how to bury myself in research.

Yet Tony Baldino, the heir of the Baldino family, fell in love with me at first sight.

During the two years he pursued me, he wished he could pluck the moon from the sky and give it to me as a gift.

When I worked part-time as a waitress to support myself, he booked the entire restaurant, inviting his family and his men to dine there, just to talk to me a little longer.

After a classmate took credit for my research results, he immediately tripled the investment, donated a research building, and placed my name as the lead in charge, using money to take back my achievements.

He set off fireworks across the entire city for me, bought out every rose in the flower shops on Valentine’s Day, and even put on an apron to learn how to cook.

His love and pursuit were known to everyone in the city.

No one believed he would betray me again and again, including me.

However, he did, and it was right before my eyes.

He stroked Jane’s hair, his voice gentle.

“My guys were just joking with you. Don’t cry. You’re carrying my child.”

After being comforted, Jane visibly became happier.

Tony’s men, who had been watching, couldn’t help but react, “She’s really pregnant? Tony, aren’t you afraid your wife will find out?”

Tony smiled indifferently. “That’s why I told her myself this time.”

Someone gasped.

“What? You told her? Are you crazy? Aren’t you afraid Astrid will try to divorce you again? Last time, you completely broke down, crying and begging all night!

“Let me say this first. I can’t handle another night of listening to you confess in pain over the phone!”

A trace of coldness flashed in Tony’s eyes, but soon he returned to his composed smile.

“She won’t divorce me. Our child is about to be born. Astrid is an orphan. No one understands better than I do how much she likes children and how much she longs for a family.”

He leisurely swirled the wine in his glass.

“Besides, even if she wants to leave, I’ll use all my connections and legal means to make it impossible. As long as I don’t sign the divorce papers, she won’t be able to divorce me.”

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over me from head to toe.

Standing outside the door, eavesdropping, I felt a chill spread from deep inside me, and I couldn’t stop trembling.

So this was what he really thought.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know I would be hurt.

He was certain that, for the sake of the child, I wouldn’t dare to leave. And even if I tried, I couldn’t leave.

That was why he confessed to cheating without restraint.

I staggered out of the club and stood by the roadside for a long time.

Once I finally came back to my senses, I wiped the tears from my face and called the person I trusted most.

“I need to fake an accident and a death certificate to make my husband believe I’m dead.”

Since he would use every method to keep me from divorcing him, I would die before him.