On Valentine's Day, My Wife's First Love Proposed To Her

A moment of peace.

Fiona walked in.

She changed into lace underwear and stockings, bit her red lips lightly, and straddled my waist.

She bent down. I felt a warm breath hovering around my ears.

Her hair was slightly damp, probably because she had taken a shower before coming back.

"Don't be angry. Pierre and I are just friends now. There's really nothing going on between us.

"I'm sorry today. But isn't tomorrow the anniversary of your mother's death? I'll go with you."

When I was difficult to coax, she would agree to do something that I usually wanted to do but she refused to do in order to make me give in.

But at this moment, I couldn't muster any interest in her body that had been touched by others.

I just felt a little sad.

Because this was the first time Fiona offered to accompany me to see my mother.

I remembered I begged her before we got married, but she refused me because she thought it was unlucky.

But after three years of marriage, she had never accompanied me there once.

Now, no matter what the future held, it was time for us to go and see my mother.

I nodded. "Okay, let's go together."

Hearing this, Fiona smiled and kissed me.

I turned my head away and pushed her away.

"I'm tired. Let me rest. I have to see my mother tomorrow."

Fiona was stunned and watched me walk towards the second bedroom.

The next day after get off work, when I went to Fiona's company to pick her up, I happened to see her walking out of the company with Pierre.

Seeing my car, Fiona said goodbye to Pierre, then trotted over.

Pierre looked at me provocatively. His mouth slightly open. I didn't know what he said.

But today was my mother's death anniversary, I didn't want to think about anything else, and brought Fiona to the cemetery.

But before she could get off the car, Fiona received a call from Pierre.

She hurriedly got off the car and then answered the call.

Then, she came over.

I looked at her. "Are you working overtime again?"

Fiona looked anxious. "Pierre said there is a project to be connected, and the information is all on my computer. He can't find it."

I looked at her calmly. "But today is my mother's death anniversary. And this is your first time here."

Fiona looked apologetic. "But Pierre...

"Don't worry. I'll be back as soon as I finish the work."

I opened my mouth slightly, but she had already run away.

From a distance, I watched her get into a luxury car.

I knew it was Pierre's car at that time.

In the end, I went to see my mother alone again.

After standing there for two hours, Fiona still didn't come back.

It was raining heavily when I left.

It was just like my feelings at this moment. It was cold.

Later she told me that she couldn't find the information, so she compiled a new one overnight.

Did she believe it herself?

I didn't believe it anyway.

But I was no longer interested in exposing her excuses.

After a fight, we fell into a cold war.

After that, I was assigned to go on a business trip by the company.

After thinking about it, I decided to tell Fiona.

Before leaving, she helped me with my luggage.

No matter whether it was daily food or clothes, anything she thought I could use was stuffed into my suitcase.

"Business trips are very tiring. You must pay attention on the road."

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said to me with a smile.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, I calmly said, "Okay".

In the following days, Fiona would video call me every night.

This reminded me of when we first got married. At that time, she did the same thing to me.

At that time, our days were sweet.

She was...

Did she want to make up with me?

However...

It seemed impossible.

I stared at the report sheet that Fiona left angrily when we had a quarrel a few days ago, and was in a daze for a long time.

The day before my return trip, Fiona suddenly called me crying.

"Liam, my mother is sick and is in the hospital. How long will it take for you to come back? I'm scared..."

I remembered that my mother-in-law, Regina, had chronic heart disease.

Even though she wasn't nice to me, I was her son-in-law after all.

After asking for leave from my leader, I boarded the train overnight.

It was already early morning when I arrived at the hospital with a tired face.

Fiona was waiting for me. She was standing at the entrance of the hospital with obvious traces of tears on her face.

When she saw me, she rushed into my arms.

I wiped away the tears from her eyes and said calmly, "Go in first. Regina is still waiting."

Fiona said, "Yeah, if she knew you came back early for her, she would be very happy."

I said calmly, "Maybe."

I was afraid of unexpected situations, so I quickened my pace.

But when I opened the door to the ward, my mood, which had been calmed down, suddenly changed.

In front of the bed, Pierre was concentrating on peeling an apple.

I should have known it earlier. Fiona would have contacted him after something like this.

Seeing me, Pierre smiled gently, walked up to me and stretched out his hand. "Hi, this is not the first time we have met. Fiona always talks about you to me. Please don't mind what happened last time."

I had always maintained an indifferent attitude before, and he thought he can control me.

But he was wrong. There were some things I just didn't care about anymore.

"Of course, I don't mind. But don't you know that Fiona is pregnant?"

Pierre was stunned. "What did you say!?"