Troy frowned while asked, "Where are you going? Felicia, who were you talking to? Who's picking you up at the airport?"
He had only been passing by but became curious enough to approach me and demand answers.
He knew I had no family in this city. Not even a single friend.
In the six years of our marriage, I had sacrificed all my personal life for his company. After helping it grow, I willingly stepped back to focus on having a child through IVF.
To live like this for love … Thinking about it now, I was utterly pathetic.
I smiled faintly, "It's nothing. I signed up for a tour group, but the weather caused a delay, so it's canceled."
He stared at me intently, trying to discern if I was lying. But seeing nothing suspicious in my expression, he relaxed and approached me slowly.
"Felicia, once we have the baby, how about a month-long family trip to Bali?" His tone softened and he even reached out as if to gently touch my stomach.
I discreetly stepped away and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water and said, "We'll talk about it later."
I glanced at the time. Normally, he would've left for work by now, but today, he lingered unusually long.