I stayed silent, watching as the realization began to settle on his face. He quickly put the box down, trying to cover up his confusion.
"You’re mad, aren’t you?" he said, his tone softening as he sat beside me. "There was really an urgent issue at work. I came home as soon as I could, didn’t I?"
In the past, whenever he called me "honey," my resolve would crumble. I had been in love with him for eight long years before we finally got together. And during our marriage, I had always given in to him, bending at the slightest hint of his displeasure.
But after finding out I was three months pregnant, only to discover he had been cheating on me for three years, I was done. Exhausted.
Sanz noticed that I wasn’t reacting the way I usually did. He moved closer, his charming eyes searching my face for a hint of emotion. "I found a new fertility drug," he said eagerly. "If you take it, we can get pregnant again quickly. Let’s give it a try!"
Having a child had been his greatest wish for the last five years. We had tried everything, from medications to treatments, but nothing had worked. He had been desperate for a baby.
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. He still didn’t know.