As he said that, he scrolled casually through his phone, not noticing my face go pale.
And at that very moment, two notifications popped up on my screen.
[Your amusement park reservation has been canceled.]
[Payment confirmed! Two adult tickets for Mr. Ward at the amusement park.]
After that, he finally looked at me, and only then did he notice my silence. He cupped my face with one hand, then kissed me lightly as though that was enough.
“Don’t pout. You never used to be like this.”
Then, without even trying to coax me, he slipped on his shoes and headed for the door.
My throat tightened as I asked, “This ‘client,’ is she more important than me?”
His expression shifted, and then he gave me a dismissive smile. “Don’t talk nonsense. Everything I do is for you and for our future child.”
But after saying that, he walked out directly.
However, his backup phone lay forgotten on the sofa, the screen flashing with notifications. Most of the messages on that device were synced with his main phone.
Upon picking it up, I discovered that, apart from me, there were also two group chats pinned on his messaging app.
But after checking those, beads of sweat formed on my palm.