CHAPTER FORTY SIX CHEATING HUSBAND

　　DAVIS

　　"What should I have done?" I replied sharply, I hated the look she gave me when our eyes met but what am I to do at this point, I can't be falling for Dustfinger. I'm too angry to think of anything at this point.

　　"Are you seriously asking me that question, Davis?" 

　　I stared at her without looking away. Because of Dustfinger, I could barely concentrate at work since my head was filled with the image of her wearing lingerie and long stockings wriggling her ass in front of me.

　　Or the part where I kissed her. That's the most embarrassing part. Or the part when we were in the hospital together, holding hands as we stared at our little baby.

　　Or the part where she has to wake up in the middle of the night, restless, and use the bathroom countless times.

　　Or the part when we speak to each other, not with hate but with much carefulness. Or the part where she will jubilate and tell me how much our baby would've grown in her stomach.