Without a glance back, I turned and walked away, every step firm and certain.
Primrose didn’t know, I had no intention of returning.
The next day, settled in the mountain resort, a message popped up, another video from that mysterious account, the same one from two years ago.
The screen showed a noisy KTV sofa, but their conversation cut through the clamor with chilling clarity.
“Did you wear one?”
Gideon chuckled darkly. “You didn’t again? Aren’t you scared you’ll get pregnant and your husband will leave you?”
Primrose snapped out of her reverie and let out a cold, bitter laugh.
“If I get pregnant, I’ll just have the baby.”
“Carson has always insisted on being childfree. We’ve been married for eight years and still have no children. My parents are pressuring me hard. How could I just stand by and watch the family line die out?”
“I’ll never divorce him. So I’ll have this child with you, for now, you raise him.”
She took a slow drag from her cigarette, her voice casual, almost indifferent.
“When the time comes, I’ll find some excuse, say the child was an accident.”
A shock like lightning hit me, freezing me from head to toe, my body trembling uncontrollably.