Chapter 2

My stomach churned.

So it wasn't Susan who was pregnant after all.

My husband, after three years of marriage without children, had conspired with his mother to stage this absurd affair.

I was shaking with rage, my nails digging deep into my palms. The pain brought back a thread of rationality.

I couldn't let this slide!

I wanted to burst in there and tear apart that cheating bastard and his mistress!

I wanted to make this mother and son pay!

Just then, the door opened from inside.

Susan emerged with a flushed, satisfied face. When she saw me at the door, she jumped, and the smile on her face instantly froze.

"You... when did you get back?"

I stared at her, fire blazing in my eyes.

"Get out of my way!"

I pushed her aside and tried to force my way in.

"What are you doing!" Susan shrieked and lunged at me, gripping my waist tightly.

"Mr. Wilson is still getting dressed! Have you lost your mind?"

She shouted while desperately pushing me away, her strength surprisingly formidable.

I was furious, grappling with her.

"Let go of me! You liar! Didn't you say you were pregnant? Where's Mr. Wilson? Make him come out!"

"You crazy woman!"

Susan insisted Mr. Wilson was inside, then grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall.

A sharp pain shot through my scalp, and my vision went black.

Just as I was about to collapse, a pair of strong hands caught me.

A familiar yet shocking voice rang out behind me.

"Honey? Mom? What are you doing?"

My entire body stiffened. I whipped around.

My husband, Jackson Thorne, stood behind me in a crisp suit, briefcase in hand, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, looking at me with concern and confusion, as if he had just gotten home from work.

How was this possible?

How could he be here?

Shouldn't he have been in that room just now?

I looked at him, then at the door Susan had shut tight again.

The whole world spun around me.

Had I heard wrong?