Chapter 2

When I returned to the villa, Eric's mother, Mabel White, had been waiting for me for a long time.

The moment she saw me, she came up to greet me. "Sylvia, you're back! You've gotten the results from your checkup at the hospital, right? I noticed your appetite hasn't been great these past few days, and your stomach looks a bit bloated. You must be... pregnant, right?"

I lowered my gaze and lied through my teeth. "No, I'm not pregnant, Mabel. The doctor said my stomach's a little upset. I just have mild indigestion."

Mabel had always treated me well. Now that I had made up my mind to get a divorce, there was no reason to let an elderly woman get her hopes up for nothing.

Visible disappointment flashed across Mabel's face, yet her tone with me remained gentle. "Oh... I see. It's okay. That's okay. Your health matters most. I'll ask Martha to stew you some soup to soothe your stomach and help with digestion."

"Thanks, Mabel."

Mabel seemed as though she wanted to tell me something else, but the villa door was pushed open once again. Eric? Hadn't he said he wasn't coming home tonight?

A pair of high heels appeared behind him, followed by a bright, striking face. It was Sabrina.

"Eric brought me home for dinner, Mrs. Grant, Sylvie. Surely you don't mind, do you?"

The smile on Mabel's face instantly froze. She shot daggers at Eric.

No matter how he messed around outside, as long as he kept it discreet, she could turn a blind eye. However, he shouldn't have brought his mistress home; that was a direct slap in my face.

"Eric, you..."

I hurried over and gently reassured Mabel. "Mabel, you aren't in the best of health. The doctor said you must avoid getting upset at all costs. It's just one meal."

Then, I turned around, looked at Eric and Sabrina, and curled my lips into a faint smile. "I don't mind at all. Could you please bring out two more sets of plates and silverware, Martha? Both of you arrived at the perfect time.

"Dinner's ready. Go wash your hands and take your seats."

My reaction must've been too calm because Eric arched his brow, as if he couldn't figure out what I was playing at.

Sabrina was all smiles at the dining table; she kept piling Eric's favorite food onto his plate, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Have some of this, Eric. You've been working so hard lately. Eat up!"

Eric didn't refuse. If anything, the corners of his lips curled into a smile as he picked up a piece of deboned fish and casually brought it to Sabrina's lips. "Here, have some too."

Sabrina chuckled coquettishly and ate it straight from his fork. Her eyes danced as she cast me a meaningful look.

Mabel's expression hardened, but she ultimately held her tongue. She merely set her plate down heavily with a soft clatter.

"I've had enough." Having said her piece, she hastily left the table

Without looking up, I continued to eat dinner at a leisurely pace.

The doctor had told me that morning that I had taken too many ovulation-inducing injections. My body was damaged and severely weakened.

I needed to eat properly during this period. If not, I might not even be able to make it onto the operating table for next week's abortion procedure.

Eric seemed thoroughly bored by my reaction, which was like a pool of stagnant water.

Noticing that Mabel had already left the table, he reached out and pulled Sabrina into his arms. "By the way, remember to sleep in the guest room tonight. Sabrina and I will take the master bedroom."

Sabrina lightly pounded his chest with her fist at that moment. Her cheeks burned, and her voice turned syrupy sweet. "Stop it, Eric! Don't talk about such embarrassing things in public…"

I lifted my gaze and responded, "Alright."

Then, I rose from my seat and continued, "I'm done. Enjoy your meal."

Master bedroom, guest bedroom—it was all the same to me; I could sleep anywhere.

Right now, as a pregnant woman, keeping a solid sleep schedule was my priority.

Yet, for some reason, an inexplicable anger began to simmer inside Eric. He abruptly shoved Sabrina away and strode up to me, blocking my path.

He seized my wrist and snapped, "Hold it right there! Who do you think you're giving an attitude to, Sylvia?"