A Long-Planned Love

After my shower, I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.

One sentence kept echoing in my head: "Have a son, and we'll be even."

I knew there was someone in his heart.

However, after sleeping beside him for so long, was there really not even a trace of feeling?

Or was it only women who grew more attached the longer they shared a bed with someone?

I let out a bitter laugh and forced down the resentment rising in my chest.

Charlie stepped out of the bathroom, bare-chested. Seeing that I was still awake, he frowned.

"Is something wrong?"

I swallowed the ache in my throat. "No. The line at the hospital was too long today. My back's sore from standing."

He paused mid-step and walked over. "Why didn't you go to the Newman family hospital?"

I shrugged. "I thought it was just an upset stomach."

He tapped lightly at my waist. "Lie down."

Then his hands covered the muscles at my lower back.

"No illness is minor. Next time, call me."

His tone was calm–too calm–like he was giving instructions to a subordinate.

Every time he was rough with me in bed, he would always massage me afterward.

However, things felt different now.

I remembered the message he received while he was in the shower–from Henry Cass:

[Mr. Newman, heard Lynn Walters is coming back to the country~ Feeling excited?]

[Don't tell me you were acting strange back then for no reason.]

[Say it! Is Lynn the one?]

[If you don't reply, I'll take it as a yes~]

I cleared my throat. "Someone texted you earlier. Is it important?"

He stood up, picked up his phone, glanced at it–and tossed it back down without replying.

My heart sank.

So, that was his answer?

Since I was only a month pregnant, Charlie suggested we not tell our parents yet. I agreed.

Early the next morning, he took me to the Newman family hospital for a checkup.

Everything moved quickly. We had the report before lunchtime.

In the back seat of the car, he was frowning at something. I leaned closer–it was my test results.

He was studying them with intense focus, as if staring hard enough would make the words bloom.

I muttered, "You're not a doctor. Do you even understand what you're looking at?"

He stiffened. For a split second, something almost embarrassed flashed across his face.

His phone rang.

"Hello! Today's flight? All right. I understand."

After hanging up, he told his assistant, "Go to the airport and pick up Ms. Walters."

My breathing hitched.

Ms. Walters?

Irritation flared in my chest. I snatched the report from his hands and said coolly, "Go take care of your business."

He studied me for a moment, then nodded silently.

After that, he suddenly became busy.

I heard that Lynn, as a business partner, would be staying in the country for quite some time.

No wonder he was coming home near dawn for the past month.

Maybe it was the pregnancy, but my emotions were all over the place.

Especially at night, lying alone in an empty bed.

I was drowning in jealousy. My chest felt tight and achy.

Even my parents messaged me about it.

[Olivia, what's going on between Charlie and that Ms. Walters?]

I shut off my phone in frustration.

I wanted to ask the same question.

Who could give me an answer?

I tossed and turned until past midnight. Charlie still did not come home.

I was not the type to check up on my husband. But tonight, I desperately wanted to call and ask what he was doing.

Then I stopped myself.

A wife in name only–what right did I have to question him?

It felt like I was fighting a war against myself.

The result? A sleepless night.

I only drifted off when the sky began to pale.

When I woke, it was already afternoon.

I remembered my prenatal appointment and started getting ready for the hospital.

For a moment, I hesitated–should I tell Charlie?

However, I forced myself not to.

I did not need him to accompany me.

So I went alone.

After completing the usual tests, I photographed the report and sent it to Rachel.

I never expected to run straight into Charlie.

He was walking quickly, chest rising and falling, slightly out of breath–as if he rushed all the way here.

A flicker of joy sparked in my chest. I was just about to show him the report–when a voice sounded from behind him.

"Charlie, can you try to be a little considerate toward a lady?"

It was Lynn Walters.

The unattainable girl, the one that got away.

I froze.

He did not respond to her. After catching his breath, he looked at me instead.

"Didn't we agree you'd call me so I could come with you?"

I slipped the report back into my bag under his gaze.

Lynn glanced at me and smiled.

"Hello, Ms. Sullivan. I'm Lynn–Charlie's friend."