Chapter 3

Xander's POV

And what happened after? Not only was Blaine ungrateful, but he had also gotten together with my wife.

Blaine chuckled lightly and deliberately said to me, "Xander, this shop was a gift from my wife. Feel free to pick anything. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you whatever you want."

Wendy, who had been silent until then, suddenly looked tense. "Honey, we should head home first," she said coldly.

But Blaine stepped in front of us, plastering on a fake smile. "Xander, my wife just gave birth to a son. Why don't you come celebrate with us over dinner?

"I heard you really like kids. You can even hold my son."

Before I could answer, Wendy immediately refused. "No. My husband isn't feeling well today.

"Blaine, even if you have a loving wife who takes care of you, you should still have a career of your own as a man. Come back to work as soon as your paternity leave is over!

"That's enough. No need to see us out."

Her tone was firm and left no room for argument.

Honestly, I had to admire Wendy's acting skills.

We had barely taken a step before we heard Blaine say dejectedly, "You're right, Ms. Fisher. My wife might dote on me for a while, but she can't take care of me forever.

"I just feel sorry for my newborn son…"

Blaine began to sigh loudly, but Wendy didn't look back. She just tightened her grip on my hand.

…

Once we got home, Wendy hugged me tightly and murmured in a low voice, "Honey, if I ever do anything to hurt you, you have to let me explain, okay?

"I really, really love you. You're more important than my life. I swear, I really love you!

"Honey, are you listening? I really can't live without you—"

Before she could finish, her phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed Blaine's name.

Wendy immediately let go of me, as if she were afraid I'd see the name. She rejected the call.

But the next second, her phone chimed with a text.

Wendy immediately stood up and headed for the door, blurting out a lie without even thinking. "Honey, the office just called. There's an emergency at work."

Five minutes later, I received a text from Blaine.

"Xander, do you know what it means to rule from behind the throne?"

Then, in the next instant, he called me.

Through the receiver came Wendy's muffled, furious voice. "Who told you to come to my house?"

Blaine complained in a wounded tone, "You're so mean. I let it slide when you put on an act in front of that old fart just now, but now you're yelling at me too?"

"Alright, I was wrong. I won't yell anymore. I wouldn't bear a son for that old fart anyway. How could he compare to you?" Wendy said softly.

Blaine snorted. "But you hugged him just now! Why? What's so special about him? Isn't he just a sugar baby you've been supporting for ten years? Ugh, I'm jealous!"

"Fine, I won't hug him anymore. I won't touch him from now on, okay? Don't be jealous. Give me a kiss."

After a flurry of audible kisses, Wendy's breathing grew ragged. She lowered her voice and said, "You fox! Do you really have to tease me in the car?"

Blaine huffed playfully. "Yeah, I do! I love messing around right under your husband's nose. Isn't the thrill what you love most?"

When the sounds became vile to listen to, I hung up. Then I smashed my phone violently on the cross pendant that had been glued back together.

This time, the cross didn't just break into pieces. Under my tireless grinding, it was reduced to nothing but powder.

That night, Wendy didn't come home. She only sent me a message.

"Honey, I'm pulling an all-nighter to set up your birthday party, so I won't be back tonight. Rest well. I'll give you a huge surprise tomorrow."