Chapter 2

I wanted to tell him that I was pregnant with our child.

But I ultimately pushed down the surging emotions inside me and said nothing.

He didn't seem to notice, pulling an expensive necklace out of his pocket and presenting it to me like a treasure:

"I saw this at an auction and thought it would suit you perfectly, so I bought it."

I casually accepted it, putting on a happy expression.

He gently kissed the corner of my mouth as usual, then grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.

I glanced at the phone he had taken in with him.

Ever since being persecuted by Goldie years ago, I often suffered from dizziness and tinnitus. Unable to manage the company effectively, I gradually handed over all company affairs to Zoran.

In the past, I would have simply thought he was too busy with work, afraid of missing important business messages even during the short time it takes to shower.

I felt both grateful and guilty, worried that he was too engrossed in work and might harm his health. I had even tried to persuade him about it before.

He seemed amused, saying:

"This is your family's company, of course I need to take it seriously. When you're fully recovered, I'll have to hand it back to you anyway."

I imagine he must have felt very smug then.

Watching me believe his words so easily like a fool, being played like a fiddle.

Unable to see even such obvious signs of his wariness towards me.He takes his phone with him into the bathroom, probably afraid someone might send a message he doesn't want me to see.

I glance at the bathroom door, then silently open his computer.

The password is my birthday, which he set in front of me back then.

He said he had no secrets from me, and I could look anytime I wanted.

Thinking about it now, that was just to gain my trust.

And I've never checked his phone or computer, just as he hoped.

When the screen lights up, I immediately notice a flashing message box in the background.

I click on it and see it's a message from Goldie.

The most recent one shows a call from her, connected on another device three minutes ago.

I smirk to myself.

So that's why he took his phone into the bathroom - to make a voice call to Goldie.

I scroll through their chat history.

They call each other every few days, sometimes right after he's been out shopping or eating with me.

He even messages her while we're intimate in bed.

And I had no idea about any of it.

Even the necklace he just gave me was originally a gift for Goldie.

She just opened it, didn't want it, and threw away even the box.Zoran handed me that lonely necklace as if tossing a leftover bone to a tail-wagging dog on the street.

My fingernails turned white from gripping the phone so tightly.

As I was exiting, I accidentally tapped on the second chat window.

The name in the contact was familiar - it was the doctor who had been treating my throat all these years.

My breath caught as I read the contents of the chat.

"Mr. Harrington, according to our tests, the medication we prescribed for Mrs. Langdon is working. Mrs. Langdon's brain neurons are showing abnormalities."

"The shareholders' meeting is coming up soon. To be safe, increase the dosage."

"But Mr. Harrington, increasing it further could cause Mrs. Langdon to completely lose her mind..."

"Wouldn't it be better if she became a simpleton? That way, she'd never know the truth, never suffer, and always stay contentedly by my side. I'd take good care of her for the rest of her life."