The joy on his face when he learned about my pregnancy, the way he had cradled me as if I were his most precious treasure—none of it was real. He wasn’t excited to become a father. He was just thrilled that he could finally save Faye.
Perhaps sensing my gaze, he suddenly turned to me and flashed a reassuring smile.
"Wife, just a little longer. I’ll finish up soon, and then we’ll go have that seafood dinner you love."
His eyes were filled with sincerity, his tone dripping with affection, as if he weren’t plotting my death just moments ago.
I clenched my hands beneath the blanket, forcing down the rage and nausea clawing at my throat. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I scrolled through the rest of his chat with Faye.
And what I saw made my blood turn to ice.
"Tristan, I got my period again. My underwear is dirty. Come wash it for me."
"Tristan, my sister-in-law won’t be mad that we talk every day, right? We’re just siblings. If she gets jealous of her sister, she’s too petty."
"Tristan, Wesley kept me up all night again. He’s been clinging to me lately, but I still miss the days with you. My brother is better than Wesley."