“It’s fine, but it’s too small. I’m worried it won’t be enough once we have kids,” I said pointedly.
His jaw tightened, the tension written all over his face. “Let’s not rush into kids. Besides, we’re tight on budget right now.”
Funny how budget wasn’t an issue when he bought his mistress a house.
“You’re right, let’s not rush anything,” I said smoothly, hiding my disgust. His rot was showing more clearly now.
I stood up with the excuse of going to the restroom. On my way back, I deliberately passed the front desk. Vanessa was chatting with a couple of coworkers.
“The baby’s healthy. The doctor said I’m due at the end of the year,” she said beaming.
“You’re so lucky,” one of them gushed. “Your boyfriend’s amazing—buying you a place, treating you like a princess.”
“He promised to marry me once the baby’s born,” Vanessa added, her face glowing.
Marry her? He hadn’t even divorced me yet and he was already planning a wedding with his mistress?
Her eyes suddenly flicked up and landed on me. She went pale.
“M-Mrs. Roger,” she stammered, scrambling to her feet.
I walked over, smiling sweetly. “Vanessa, isn’t it? Congratulations on the pregnancy.”