Chapter 3

During dinner, Edgar was in high spirits, eagerly pouring me wine, whispering sweet nothings to charm me, and raising his glass to me time and time again.

But I couldn't hold my liquor well, and soon felt my mind beginning to fog. My memories of what followed grew hazy.

I vaguely recall Edgar helping me back to the bedroom and changing me into my pajamas.

I was too weak to open my eyes. The last sound I remember hearing must have been Edgar closing the door as he left. After that, I blacked out.

When I woke up, everything that happened in the morning unfolded.

Why was Zane the one lying beside me in the end? Why hadn't Edgar come back all night? Where had he gone?

I had a sneaking suspicion that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

It was after seven when I got home. My mother-in-law was on the phone in the living room.

Seeing me return, she hastily hung up and said with an air of superiority, "Well, well, look who's back from her tryst? I trust you've signed the divorce papers."

I remained silent and walked straight into the bedroom, starting to search around. Behind me, my mother-in-law's curses grew even more vicious.

"You shameless hussy! If it weren't for my Edgar, where would you be today?Now

In the heat of the moment, arguing with my mother-in-law wouldn't be the wisest move. She'd only see my words as excuses.

Perhaps feeling like her punch had hit a pillow, my mother-in-law sensed her authority being challenged. She angrily followed me to the walk-in closet door.

Noticing the hospital bracelet on my wrist, my mother-in-law sneered, "You're just a bundle of health problems. A light touch and you act like you're dying. All these years of pampering and you still can't pop out a kid. Useless."

In our three years of marriage, my mother-in-law had taken numerous jabs at me, both subtle and direct, due to my body's apparent inability to conceive. This issue had always been the spark that ignited our arguments.

My mother-in-law never minced words with me. In her eyes, any capital I had accumulated was all thanks to her son's efforts.

However, since the company's revival, I had invested all of my dividends into Edgar's small business.

Yet for some reason, despite the intermittent investments I'd made over the years - totaling if not hundreds of millions, then at least tens of millions - Edgar's company showed absolutely no signs of improvement.Over the past few years, I've watched my own company grow larger and larger, and I've taken on most of the family's expenses.

Faced with my mother-in-law's sarcastic remarks, I paused my search for a moment and couldn't help but say, "Having a child isn't something I can decide on my own."

"What do you mean? Are you doubting Edgar's ability to have children? You've got some nerve. I bet you've been fooling around with someone else, caught some disease, and now you can't get pregnant. It's disgusting," my mother-in-law shot back without hesitation.

I sighed, not wanting to argue further with my mother-in-law, and turned to lock the bedroom door.

I found the walk-in closet from the glass entryway at the bedroom door, and from there, I located the bathroom. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Disappointed, I sat on the edge of the bed. I had hoped to find something unusual that might help me remember what happened last night.

But everything was as it should be, as if nothing had happened at all.

I stared at the dried blood stain on the floor, then got up to grab a cloth and knelt down to clean it.

As I bent over, I caught a glimpse of something glinting between the couch cushions.

It was Edgar's tablet.I illuminated the screen, revealing our screensaver—a photo we had taken recently to commemorate our third anniversary. Notifications from the chat app started popping up one after another.

As if possessed, I swiped the screen, bringing up the password input interface.

Fortunately, Edgar had always used only one password, and I easily unlocked the tablet.

I opened the chat app, and it showed that messages were syncing.

The moment the sync finished, I saw that familiar avatar pinned at the top—a face I knew better than any other.

My best friend of ten years, Vivienne.

The last message displayed in the list was from a minute ago—"Well then, I'll be waiting for your good news~"