Falling into the Abyss of Secret Marriage

"Conrad, you--" Nicola frowned and wanted to say something, but I reached out to stop her.

Everything in front of my eyes was blurry and I could only hear the word "divorce" echoing in my ears.

It was so ironic that I came here to deal with divorce, but he threatened me with "divorce".

Just for the sake of someone else's child.

No, wait, was this child really someone else's?

I was no longer sure.

I laughed so hard that tears almost fell from my eyes.

"Yeah, well, it's only for two days anyway," I said.

Conrad paused for a moment and asked, "What did you say?"

I shook my head gently, my voice like a gust of wind. "Nothing."

"I'm going home."

I left and Nicola quickly caught up with me and helped me.

Conrad never caught up with me. He was holding his child, with his "legitimate wife" standing beside him. I was just an unnecessary "secretary" and an ignorant obstacle.

I saw Lilian’s social media update in the car.

The picture was a photo of her, Conrad and their son in front of the entrance of the dermatology department of the hospital.

Conrad lowered his head to play and joke with the child, who was laughing. Lilian leaned on his shoulder with a gentle smile on her face.

The caption was [Conrad is such a good father~]

The comments and likes below were in rows.

[It’s so blissful!]

[Lilian is so lucky.]

I looked at those names. Some were his former partners, some were middle-level managers of the company and some were the so-called "friends" whom I had invited to my home for dinner.

Suddenly, I felt quite bored.

As soon as I got home and stepped into the door, I was stunned.

I didn't pay attention when I was packing up a few days ago, but now when I was looking at the house from the entrance, I found that the house felt unfamiliar to me.

The familiar beige sofa had gone and replaced with a children's combination cushion printed with cartoon patterns.

The glass coffee table had been removed and replaced with a crawling mat with guardrails and a pile of plastic toys.

I took a few steps slowly inside, the living room, kitchen, bedroom, every place no longer belonged to me.

Bottles, sterilizers and baby strollers were piled all over the floor.

In the bedroom, my wardrobe was moved to the corner, with a small gap opened for placement and the rest of the space was filled with Lilian's nursing bra and pink plush pajamas.

There were also large packages of unopened baby diapers neatly stacked in the cabinet where I used to keep scented candles.

I stood there, almost unable to catch my breath.

In just hal a year, this "home" was already filled with traces of Lilian.

She silently became the mistress of this house, while I was like a stranger breaking into someone else's life.

After discussing the follow-up matters, Nicola told me, "I will send the divorce documents to the court tomorrow to go through the formalities, so don't be too sad."

When I sent her to the door, it was just getting dark.

She looked at me back, as if she wanted to say something else, but in the end, she just reached out and hugged me.

"You, don't be too stubborn and remember what I said, divorce is not the end, it's a new life."

I replied with a "hmm", my eyes falling on the stack of documents in her hand that she had not yet handed back to me.

Just as I was about to take it, the door was pushed open from the outside with a "click".

Conrad and Lilian were back.

She was holding her son in her arms and holding his arm with another hand, saying with a smile, "It's too cold outside and the baby's skin is turning red. The doctor said we should apply more oil ...."

Conrad raised his head and frowned slightly. "What are you guys doing?"

I paused and hid the documents in my hand behind me. "Nothing. I was just talking to Nicola about some company legal matters," I said.

"Legal matters?" His eyes seemed to accidentally sweep over the documents I hid behind my back and he paused, furrowing his brows even deeper.

My heart skipped a beat and my fingers tightened slightly, thinking he wanted to take a look.

But he didn't ask any more questions. He just lowered his head to look at the child and said in a gentler voice, "Go in. Don't let the baby get cold."

With just one sentence, he took Lilian into the house and walked decisively.