Instead, I saw the nanny holding Apollo, who had just finished feeding and was sleeping soundly.
Frowning in confusion, I suddenly heard noises coming from our bedroom—sounds that made my stomach turn.
The door wasn’t fully closed.
Through the gap, I saw Xandra straddling Samuel, her blouse was wide open as she cooed in a sickly sweet voice. "Sam, I have too much milk... Apollo’s appetite is too small, and I’m so full it hurts~"
"I feel awful... Won’t you help me relieve it?"
Samuel hesitated. "Xandra, don’t... You just gave birth two days ago. Your body can’t handle it. You already took a huge risk hiding your pregnancy from your husband to have my child—I can’t put you in danger again..."
Xandra grabbed his head and pressed him against her chest. "Silly Sam, I’m not afraid—so what are you afraid of? I wanted to give birth to your child. My husband is always away; he doesn’t even know. Come on, pamper me a little. Don’t you want to taste the sweetness of battle-scarred love?"
Samuel finally lost control. He leaned in, his lips sealing over her skin.
The sounds inside grew more obscene, making my stomach churn with nausea.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and fled the house.