In the maternity ward, I saw Dexter, who was supposedly on a business trip, and his mom, who was supposedly back home, walking out of the doctor's office, all smiles.
"Babe, I'm sorry I'm late. How are you feeling?"
Dexter's sudden appearance snapped me out of my thoughts.
Looking at the guilty expression on his face, a wave of anger and pain surged inside me.
I once trusted him so much. I relied on him and yet he betrayed me while I was pregnant.
Thinking about how far along Elsa was in that video, she might've even gotten pregnant before me.
I gritted my teeth, trying to suppress the rage building up inside.
"Babe, I really couldn't get away yesterday. I'm sorry. You can hit me if it'll make you feel better."
He even leaned his face closer as he said it.
Seeing that fake expression, I couldn't hold back anymore and slapped him with all my strength.
Smack—*
The unexpected slap darkened Dexter's expression.
I lowered my head and squeezed out a few tears.
Then I looked up at him with a pitiful face and said, "I'm sorry, honey. I just couldn't control myself. I was on the brink of death, and you weren't there. I really couldn't hold it in."
Guilt flashed across Dexter's face.