After I Faked My Death

No wonder he got off work at eight every day. From six to eight o'clock, two hours every day. He sneaked out to meet his mistress for a secret rendezvous.

No wonder he had rarely shared a bed with me since three years ago. I only thought he was busy with work, but he found me boring.

When images of Sean passionately kissing and holding Yelena came to me, I couldn't help but puke. I smeared Sean all over, but he didn't get mad. Instead, he patted my back with concern.

There wasn't a hint of disgust on his face. He just knelt there, quietly cleaning up the mess I made.

He truly didn't care about how messy I looked, but it was also true that he found me dull in bed.

I pretended to be sick and shut my eyes as tears threatened to spill over. Sean was so distressed. He kept wiping my face.

Once I finally calmed myself down, I opened my eyes to see his face full of worry. I suddenly felt confused about what Sean was thinking.

He would ditch an important press conference because he was angry with me. He would also take away his mistress's right to be a mother and give the child to me. Still, at the same time, he was also hiding his affair with another woman, fathering children with her.

For a while, I thought the man before me was a stranger.

I crept into his study while Sean slumbered peacefully. I remembered the housekeeper once mentioned that Sean kept something there.

At the bottom of a drawer, I found a stack of hotel records and intimate photos that shattered my heart. In the photos, Sean and Yelena hugged each other with dazzling smiles. The hotel records spanned several months—each date like a dagger stabbing my heart.

After crying until my tears dried, I lay back on the bed. I looked at Sean, who was still calling me in his sleep. I suddenly realized that sharing a bed and dreaming different dreams were nothing more than this.

Because of yesterday's conflict, Sean spent the following day with me instead of going to the company.

He asked the housekeeper to make soup while he stood in the kitchen, watching cooking videos.

My health had been extremely frail since I fell seriously ill three years ago. That's why Sean hired professionals to care for me and never let me go near the kitchen.

Even the housekeeper couldn't help but tease. "Mr. Cadwell truly loves his wife. It's rare to see a successful man personally cooking like this and if Madam has a child in the future, I bet Mr. Cadwell would make a great father, too."

Hearing this, Sean turned to look at me. "Nicki's body is fragile. Pregnancy would take too much of a toll on her. I can't bear to let her suffer. For her, I'd rather never have children."

As if to prove his sincerity, he pulled out his phone and asked his secretary to schedule a vasectomy for him. Half an hour later, he handed me the confirmation message with the appointment details.

I stared blankly at this man, who seemed so deeply devoted.

Almost as if he couldn't wait, he took me to the hospital that afternoon. He kept comforting me along the way. As though certain I'd feel touched and guilty over his sacrifice.

"Nicki, don't worry. I only want you. Children don't matter." Sean held my cold hand with his warm hand.

I forced a faint smile. I never realized the man I had loved for seven years could act so convincingly. Perhaps even he didn't know that he already had two children.

At 3 PM, we arrived at the hospital. The doctor later conducted the pre-operative examination for his procedure.