My Son is Dying and My Wife is Dating Her First Love

After dinner, I leaned on the bed and read a book.

Eliza was in the bathroom taking a shower.

When the bathroom door opened, hot air sprayed out. Eliza came slowly in a semi-transparent silk nightgown.

"Perry!"

She took the book from my hand.

Kneeling on the soft mattress, her eyes were seductive.

"Do I look beautiful today?"

Eliza's sweet voice sounded in my ear as her fingertips traced from my face to my chin all the way down.

I caught her hand.

"Ouch."

Eliza whispered.

She had hand cream on her hand, and it was slippery and uncomfortable to the touch.

"Perry, I still want a daughter."

Eliza looked at me eagerly, wanting to continue.

I directly shook off her hand.

"The doctor said I haven't fully recovered yet, so I can't do intense exercise."

Eliza bit her lower lip, very reluctant.

"I've already booked the plane tickets and hotel in Maldives for you."

"Go to bed early. It's quite late."

Eliza hugged me from behind and pressed her face against my back.

"I knew that you love me the most."

I was not moved.

This trip to the Maldives would be the beginning of your nightmare.