That same passionate kiss had just been on me hours ago—and I had been foolishly pleased, thinking I was the only one she loved.
But now she could look at a glass jar with such tenderness?
What on earth was inside that jar?
I was about to step in and ask when a sudden clap of thunder outside interrupted me.
Claire startled, quickly hid the jar inside a secret compartment behind the bookshelf, and reset everything, pressing a hidden switch to conceal it again.
To my shock, the hidden switch was right behind our wedding portrait—specifically at the spot where my stomach was in the photo.
Each time she pressed on my “stomach,” the switch triggered—it left me feeling uneasy.
I didn’t dare linger. I hurried back to the bedroom and pretended to sleep.
A few minutes later, Claire returned, climbed into bed as usual, and curled into my arms, kissing my neck with soft moans.
“I love you, I love you, honey, I love you...”
I murmured “I love you too” as if half-asleep, but my mind stayed wide awake until she finally fell asleep.
Only then did I relax enough to drift off.
When I woke the next morning, Claire was gone.