Late at night, after Meghan fell into a deep sleep, I quietly got up and went to the study and opened her laptop.
This was the first time in seven years of marriage I did it.
It did not take me long to find the deliberately hidden folder.
When I clicked on it, I saw it was filled with photos, at least thousands of them.
Tokyo, Paris, Turkey, etc.
Under different backgrounds, Raquel and Meghan embraced each other sweetly. Both of them had happy smiles on their faces.
I scrolled down and found the last photo. The date showed that it was three days ago, in an obstetrics and gynecology hospital in City H.
Raquel put his face on Meghan's slightly bulging belly and cried with joy.
The slogan on the wall behind him was very eye-catching. It said, [Congratulations, you're going to be a father soon!]
Looking at the photos, my heart sank into the abyss.
That day, Meghan mentioned she was heading to City H to meet a client. Concerned for her well-being, especially since she was still pregnant, I offered to accompany her.
But she refused with a smile, saying that the client was a woman with a strange personality and did not like dealing with strange men.