Lawrence let out a sigh.Then, he took a deep breath, curled his lips into a smile, and asked casually, "Sylvia, where's my birthday present?"He asked me that every year.Even though I always gave it to him right on time, he could never wait even a minute longer.This year, I had planned to ask him whether he wanted to adopt a child—one that would belong to both of us.For so many years, his firm refusal to have children had made me assume he had fertility issues. To protect his pride, I had never brought it up.It turned out that he wasn't incapable of having a child. He just didn't want one with me.When I didn't answer, he didn't press. Instead, his eyes stayed glued to his phone.On the screen was a full-size photo of that woman named Willow.He accidentally tapped a voice message, and her bright, energetic voice spilled out of the speaker."Honey, I made a whole table of your favorite dishes. When are you coming over? Let me whisper a little secret to you. After dinner,
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