When I was Five Months Pregnant, He Cheated on Me

"Ah!" Winnie quickly pulled out a few pieces of paper for me.

The waiter also rushed over to ask about the situation.

For a moment, my surroundings were in a mess.

"I'm fine."

After I dealt with it, I felt regretful that I was too impetuous just now.

Why didn't I hold the glass firmly?

She looked at me apologetically.

"Nancy, I'm sorry. I forgot that you're pregnant. Are you all right?"

Now she doesn't even call me Madam anymore. She directly calls me Nancy.

She was a college student after all. She couldn't hide her thoughts.

"What could happen to me? I just didn't hold it firmly.

"By the way, is your boyfriend from your university?"

Winnie shook her head. Her eyes lit up when she mentioned her boyfriend.

"No, he's from Mr. Ford's company. Nancy, you've also seen him before."

"Oh? Who is he?"

I pretended to be curious, but she refused to reveal who he was. All she said was how good and fond of her that person was.

Since she didn't tell me the name, I was no longer in the mood to talk.

Although I had confirmed that the person last night was Winnie, I still needed a final piece of evidence.

I proposed to add her as friend on Facebook, and she agreed in surprise.

She was even more impatient than I was.

"I previously asked Mr. Ford if I could add you as a friend on Facebook, but he didn't agree. I didn't expect to be able to add you myself today."

I looked at the familiar avatar and my heart sank completely.

Now I was sure that she was Charlie's mistress, the one who sent messages to Charlie last night.

I curled my lips and browsed through her Facebook page.

I found a photo of two crossed hands. I was very familiar with the man's hand. Just last night, he was still applying oil for me.

I looked at the photo for a long time, and I said to Winnie, "Why did you ask Charlie about that? Do you have a good relationship with him?"

She didn't panic at all. Instead, she looked at me generously. When it came to Charlie, her face was always full of happiness.

"Mr. Ford is like my teacher. I'm a little regretful to know that he's married. But I think that he's so outstanding, and his wife must be good, so I asked him whether I can add you as my friend on Facebook. I want to learn from you.

"But I didn't expect you to be pregnant. I'm too embarrassed to disturb you."

As an assistant, why would she feel regretful because her boss was married?

Winnie had no intention of hiding it at all.