Chapter 3

I pushed open the door to the CEO's office.

Two overlapping figures suddenly separated.

Damian's breathing was uneven, his face slightly dark. "What are you doing here?"

Then he softly reassured his startled mistress, "Vivian, go make a cup of coffee first."

The woman hurriedly fled.

The atmosphere sank into silence.

Seeing Damian waiting for me to speak first, I took out the document folder from my bag and handed it to him. "You haven't opened yesterday's gift yet."

But he raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "You're not going to ask?"

"No."

The man was silent for a moment, looking at me searchingly, as if he was a bit uncomfortable with this.

A few seconds later, he half-explained, half-insulted:

"She's clinging to me tightly now, so I let her play at being a secretary."

In the past, I wouldn't have been able to tolerate this for even a second, demanding to know "What am I then?"

But this time, I had no reaction.

I just calmly gestured to the document folder in my hand again.

Damian's eyes flickered slightly, and he stared at me thoughtfully for a few seconds before slowly taking it.

A few seconds later, he looked up abruptly, staring at me in disbelief.

Gradually, joy seeped into his complex expression.

"You're... pregnant?"

I froze, realizing that the paper in his hand was actually the pregnancy test results!

I must have taken the wrong one by mistake!

Just as I was about to explain, suddenly there was a crash at the door. Vivian had fallen to the ground, cups shattering everywhere.

She shot us a coquettish, resentful look, scrambled to her feet, and ran away in a fluster.

Damian frowned, dropping a heavy "Wait here for me" before quickly chasing after her.

But I wouldn't wait anymore.

In this four-year marriage.

I had waited for his scandalous news, waited for those women's taunting midnight messages, waited for gossiping reporters, concerned parents and friends, internet-wide ridicule...

The only thing I never waited for was his change of heart.

I was tired of waiting, done with it!

Wiping away a falling tear.

I took a cab straight to the hospital.