Chapter 4

I had imagined countless possibilities and prepared for the worst.

Throughout the night, Liam got up to throw up several times, and I stayed by his side, taking care of him all night long.

The next morning, Liam saw me dozing by his bedside and gently stroked my face, a pained look in his eyes. "You must be exhausted, honey."

I smiled. "Last night, I kept hearing you call out Chloe's name. Who is Chloe?"

Liam hadn't expected me to ask so directly. He abruptly sat up in bed.

After a long pause, he finally spoke. "Chloe and I don't have the kind of relationship you're thinking of."

"Then what kind of relationship is it?" I asked him.

He lit a cigarette. "Chloe and I grew up together. She went abroad a few years ago. But don't worry, nothing ever happened between us."

Disappointment coursed through me, from my head to my toes.

I looked at the man who had shared my bed for over three years, and suddenly, I barely recognized him.

I sneered, "So, all these years, you've been traveling to the UK for work trips just to see her?"

Liam lowered his head in silence, not speaking for a long time.

From that day on, Liam and I became strangers living under the same roof.

But fate truly has a twisted sense of humor; two months later, during a check-up, I discovered I was pregnant.

For the sake of the child, I considered giving him another chance because I didn't want my baby to grow up without a father.

When the baby was four or five months along, I showed him my prenatal check-up results.

Liam's eyes lit up with surprise. "Why didn't you tell me about something so important sooner!"

"Do you even care?" I shot back.

"Of course!" Liam happily hugged me. "You and the baby are the most important people to me."

I looked at Liam. He wasn't a good husband, but perhaps he could be an adequate father?