Chapter 2

He was tightly holding Cora’s hand, anxiously questioning the doctor.

“Will this leave a scar? Is there anything else we should be cautious about?”

The doctor’s gaze shifted between them, his expression slightly awkward.

As they left the office, I overheard the doctor mutter, “If his wife knew, she’d be devastated.”

I had been devastated too many times; I was numb.

But I couldn’t stop caring about my daughter, and Asher was her father.

I hovered beside him, speaking coldly, “She’s upstairs, go see her, go see her.”

I knew he couldn’t hear or see me.

But I stood in front of him, praying he’d feel the urge to check on our daughter.

But my voice grew hoarse from shouting, to no avail.

Cora tugged on Asher’s sleeve, “Should you call Lila? Maybe something really happened?”

Asher replied casually, “What could have happened? It’s the same old drama.”

I saw a glint of satisfaction in Cora’s eyes.

Asher took Cora home.

When the car stopped, I was in shock.

How could he let her live here? This was my home for over ten years.

It held memories of my parents who passed away too soon.

If they hadn’t died in a car accident and I hadn’t suffered such trauma, the doctor wouldn’t have suggested a change of environment, and this house wouldn’t have been left empty.

Asher knew exactly what this house meant to me.

Cora entered the password confidently and walked in as if she owned the place.

As soon as she opened the door, a little girl ran out and hugged Cora’s leg.

“Mom, are you okay? Thank goodness for Daddy Asher.”

“Let me hold her.”

Asher picked up the little girl.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face with a sweet voice, “I love Daddy Asher the most.”

Asher’s eyes were full of joy, “Does Sunny love me more or Mommy more?”

Sunny blinked, looking between Cora and Asher.

Asher laughed heartily, spinning Sunny around before putting her down.

Cora watched Asher intently, almost glued to him.

She sighed, her eyes turning red, “If I had married you back then, would things have been different?”

Asher gently wiped her tears, softly reassuring her, “It’s all in the past. No matter what happens, I’ll be here.”

Cora hugged Asher.

He stood there, rigid, neither embracing her tightly nor pushing her away.

“Promise me you’ll keep your word.”

Cora’s voice was muffled, “When I was giving birth to Sunny, I nearly died. At that moment, all I could think of was you.”

Asher comforted her for a long time.

Cora pulled away, wiping her tears.

Asher excused himself to the bathroom, sitting there with a frown, irritation across his face.

He stared at his phone for a long time without moving.

Curious, I looked over.

On his phone was a chat with me.

The chat was still on a message from two days ago.

Asher looked at my last message: “It’s always Cora, always her. If you’re going to be with her, then go. I’m seven months pregnant, aren’t you worried something might happen to me?”