Chapter 5

Edith tried to use the child as a bargaining chip, hoping to win David's sympathy. But David wasn't swayed. His voice remained cold as he said, "The person you owe an apology to isn't me, it's my wife. If she chooses to take this further, I won't let you off the hook."

David walked over to me, his face filled with concern. "Darling, even though she's pregnant, don't feel sorry for her. If you don't want to deal with her, I have plenty of ways to handle it."

His gaze held a depth of affection, one that felt real. Even the driver, watching David stand up for me, straightened his back, proudly lifting his chin. "I've always said it, our boss and his wife are truly in love. It's not about money or status like you think. Who do you think you are?"

I simply stared into David's eyes, searching for any sign of inconsistency. But there was nothing. David was such a convincing actor, I almost started to believe he really loved me, loved me so much that he'd put up with anything. Even if I was in the wrong, he'd always have my back.

But then a thought flashed across my mind: David… Edith is carrying your child.

I suppressed the urge to ask about it and said coolly, "Forget it. I'm in a good mood today. I don't want anything to ruin it. Let's just leave it at that."

I could see the subtle relief in David's expression before he smiled at me. "Darling, you really shouldn't always be so kind," he said, pinching my cheek. "You're too nice. People might think you're easy to take advantage of."

After that, he turned back to Edith, his tone suddenly sharp. "I'm letting you off the hook today because of my wife. Now get out!"

I watched Edith's face twist with frustration, but she still turned away, her eyes brimming with tears as she glared at me one last time before leaving. But it didn't matter anymore. I no longer cared. I had once cared deeply, but that time had passed. The overwhelming sadness that used to consume me vanished the moment I saw David shopping with Edith at the baby store.

Now, I watched as David's gaze followed Edith's retreating figure. Once she was completely gone, he turned to me with a hint of complaint in his eyes.

"Don't ever do that again," he said seriously. "You don't know how scared I was. If something had happened to you, how would I live with myself?"

We had loved each other for so many years, and I had always believed I would be the one to reach the end of happiness with him. Because it was David. And for him, I was willing to believe anything. But looking back now, I can't help but feel regret.

I turned to David, asking suddenly, "If something really happened to me, would you not be able to live?"

I'd caught him off guard. He'd been tapping on his phone, but paused, then looked at me. Without hesitation, he answered, "Of course."

He set his phone down and met my gaze. "Darling, don't you remember? I told you before that if the person I walk through life with isn't you, I'd rather die."

That's right. At twenty, David had already started his own business. He'd told me he couldn't wait to grow up, to marry me, and give me a home. In the beginning, things were tough for David. He'd drink heavily at social events every night. I'd feel sorry for him, working so hard, but he'd always smile and say it didn't bother him, because as long as he could marry me, it would all be worth it.

Later, when David's career took off, I got a call. He was drunk, shouting my name repeatedly at a club. When I rushed over, I found him on a couch with another woman on top of him, kissing him passionately.

That moment shattered everything I'd believed. I grabbed a glass of wine from the table and poured it over him.