After I became pregnant, Gregory purchased a townhouse spanning the third and fourth floors for convenience during my prenatal checkups. He said it was close to the hospital, and in case of an emergency, an ambulance would arrive within five minutes. I laughed at his fussiness, but secretly appreciated his thoughtfulness.
What I never imagined, however, was that while I lived on the third and fourth floors, Gregory's secretary, Miss Jasmine, would be living on the first and second floors.
"What would you like for dinner, darling? "
At 6:30 PM, Gregory appeared in the kitchen right on time.
He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, washed his hands, and pulled me into his arms. Gregory was known for his cool demeanor and sharp negotiation skills in the business world, but when it came to me, all I saw in his eyes was love and indulgence.
We've known each other for ten years and have been married for seven, yet Gregory's feelings for me never changed. But it was also this very man who lied to me, deceived me, and betrayed me…I gazed at Gregory for a long while.
I forced a smile.
"I don't have much of an appetite, I won't eat today. "
"That won't do. You love sandwiches the most. I've prepared everything. You go lie down, I'll make it, and then I'll feed you. "
Gregory was always busy with work, but since I once told him that cooking oil fumes harmed the skin, he had been making me meals for seven years, never complaining once. This night was no different.
Once the sandwich was ready, Gregory gently blew on it to cool it down before feeding it to me. I ate it without showing any emotion, then said I was tired and wanted to sleep.
Gregory understood. After washing up, he lay beside me, resting together. But as soon as my breathing became slow and steady, Gregory picked up his phone and left the room.
"What about the things I asked you to prepare? "
In the elevator, Gregory caught Secretary Jasmine, who was throwing herself at him. His gaze was dangerous and full of ambiguity as it roamed over her body.
Before they even entered, he had already torn a part of her skirt.
"Jasmine, don't get pregnant, always be my little girl. "
He only spoke half the sentence.
Jasmine, fully aware, laughed coquettishly, "Did she burn your nose with that pregnancy scent? "
"Yeah. Pregnant women smell awful. "
"Every pore stinks… " Gregory muttered as he asked, "Where's what I asked you to prepare? " Their passionate entanglement was fully visible, and they made no attempt to hide their desires for each other.
I squatted in the corner of the staircase, my legs numb, but my mind strangely replayed the scene from when Gregory had proposed to me years ago.
