It was Anthony who had been clamoring to join our trip. Now he was the one using the crowds as an excuse to stay home. The reason was obvious.
Rosy, who had just been smiling and talking, suddenly slammed down the cutlery. "Hans, you're so unreasonable!"
"I'll come home when you admit you're wrong!" She said as she grabbed her car keys and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
For the next few days, Rosy truly didn't return home.
From that small group chat, I already knew she was staying at Anthony's place. The two were inseparable day and night, looking every bit like a married couple.
Her besties couldn't resist teasing, [Rosy, aren't you afraid Hans will explode with jealousy, seeing you flaunt it like this?]
[Afraid of what? Since he doesn't trust me, I might as well make his accusation real. I'll get pregnant just to prove it to him! He forced me into this!]
Everyone praised her for being fierce and mastering the art of taming a husband.
But as I stared at the information my friend had dug up, a chill ran down my spine. Rosy really was pregnant.
Not long ago, she consulted me about a work transfer that would require her to go abroad for a year.