Chapter 3
I’ve just taken off my coat when Philip wraps his arms around me from behind.
His head rests lazily on my shoulder.
“Don’t overthink it,” he murmurs. “There’s nothing between her and me anymore.”
I nod dismissively.
I don’t have the energy to talk.
Philip watches me pull away from him and lie down on the bed. He frowns.
“You didn’t take your vitamins. And the stretch mark oil–you forgot that too.”
I’m three months pregnant.
I have to take tons of supplements every day.
But with the abortion scheduled for tomorrow, what difference does it make whether I take them or not?
However, in Philip’s eyes, my indifference is just rebellion.
He snaps at me:
‘Don’t take your anger out on the baby just because you’re upset. God, Clara–are you really so desperate to drive Lydia
way?”
Faced with Philip’s malicious assumptions, I don’t respond.
just roll over and close my eyes to sleep.
‘hilip stares at me for a long time. Finally, he sighs, walks over, and turns off the light for me.
Downstairs, James has already left.
This used to be his childhood home.
But after Philip and I married, the Grant family gave it to us as a wedding gift.
Tonight, Lydia successfully moved back into what used to be her bedroom.
At midnight, I wake up with a dry throat.
As I fumble for water in the darkness, I spot two familiar figures in the hallway.
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Lydia’s voice carries a note of grievance: “You promised me I was the real Grant family heiress.”
“I never let her into your room,” Philip says firmly. “Not once.”
Lydia’s voice trembles with frustration.
“Then why is she pregnant?”
Philip falls silent for a moment.
Then comes a low, weary sigh.
“I was careless that night. Forgot to slip the pills into her drink.”
My nails dig deep into my palms.
A chill runs down my spine.
So this is why it took me three whole years to finally get pregnant.
Because of this, New York’s gossip rags called me “the barren wife.”
Lydia asks tentatively: “So… the baby?”
Philip seems to know what she’s about to say.
He cuts her off coldly: “No. That’s my child.”
Lydia looks displeased, but when she sees the ice in Philip’s eyes, she clamps her mouth shut.
Philip suddenly announces: “I bought you an apartment. You’ll move there in a couple days.”
Lydia’s face goes pale.
She stares hard at Philip.
“Why!” she shrieks in disbelief. “Is it because of Clara-”
“No,” Philip interrupts again. “This is my decision. She’s pregnant. I don’t want anything affecting her.”
Lydia freezes.
She stares at Philip for a long time–then realizes something has changed.
Panic sets in, and she lunges forward to kiss him.
Philip hesitates for a moment–then pushes her away.
But the next second, Lydia grabs his hand and places it on her full chest.
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Lydia’s voice turns seductive: “She’s sleeping soundly… she won’t find out.”
“Clara’s been pregnant so long–you must be struggling with the restraint.”
As she speaks, Lydia’s hands are already undoing Philip’s belt.
Philip wavers–and Lydia takes full advantage, pressing closer. Philip’s breathing becomes ragged.
Philip pins Lydia against the couch, roughly tearing her dress.
Seeing the lingerie underneath, he freezes for a moment.
Lydia wraps her arms around Philip’s neck: “I wore this for you, Philip. Do you like it?”
“Get on your knees,” Philip says, slapping her rear.
Lydia quickly arches her back.
Watching them tangle together, I feel nothing inside.
I glance up at the security camera in the living room.
Then I drain the water from my glass in one gulp.
I turn and head back to the bedroom.
