Meghan replied with a nonchalant smile, “Don't worry, he will never know. After I give birth to the baby, I will completely cut off my relationship with Raquel and love Lucas well for the rest of my life, considering it as compensation to him.”
I was shaking all over and tears were streaming down my face.
It turned out that the seven years of love and affection between us was all a lie.
Like Lorene, Meghan did not love me at all, but Raquel.
“Since you don't love me, then I will withdraw alone and help you,” I muttered in silence.
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When I was putting the phone back in its place, Meghan came out of the bathroom.
I laid in bed and pretended to watch TV.
A fragrant breeze blew in front of me.
Meghan looked at me lovingly and stroked my chest with her smooth little hands.
“Lucas, these days have been hard for you, right?”
The voice was ambiguous and just as her beautiful red lips were pressing against me, I pushed her away.
Meghan's face was filled with confusion before asking me, “Lucas, what's wrong with you?”
This was the first time in all these years of marriage that I rejected her advances, so she was surprised.
I replied calmly, “I just don't want to hurt the baby in your belly.”