wife's strangeness

At 9 p.m...

Erland was already in New York, greeted by Tiffany who had prepared a lot of food for him. The man lazily showed his appreciation to his wife, longing instead for his second wife in Sacramento.

"I guess you're always so busy that you don't have time to call me," Tiffany said, serving macaroni and cheese onto a plate, then adding chicken nuggets and a bit of salad.

"I am indeed busy," Erland replied wearily.

"And now you're tired."

"You know..."

Tiffany placed the food in front of Erland and then sat back down in front of him.

"Enjoy your meal," she said, smiling.

Erland only gave a faint smile, immediately starting to eat without wanting to look at Tiffany at all.

'Why am I increasingly unable to be far from Maelie... I can't stop thinking about her... Maybe I should contact her later,' he thought anxiously.

"Don't you want to know about our baby?" Tiffany asked.

Erland looked at her. "Tell me..."

"Um... She's fine..."

"She?" Erland furrowed his brow. "Do you mean it's a b