Cedric stood there, a towel around his waist. His eyes widened in shock when he saw me. "A-Astrid, what are you... what are you doing here…"
I pushed past him and stormed inside. Anya had already slipped into a revealing nightgown, lounging against the bedframe, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. She was just as startled as he was, stammering some weak excuse.
I shot her a cold look before heading straight to the baby's room. The bed was a mess, and the trash can overflowed with evidence of their affair.
In the corner, the plaster baby figurine Cedric and I had painted together was tossed aside. The sight twisted my heart. There was no denying it; the entire house was tainted by their sins!
Nausea hit me, and I bent over, choking back bile.
"Astrid, please, let me explain!" Cedric rushed to my side, pulling on his clothes in a panic. "Anya just got back to town. She didn't have anywhere else to go, so I—"
"So, you chose the house I bought for our baby?" I interrupted, my voice devoid of any emotion.