Choking back tears, I forced a smile, my voice hoarse and laden with guilt. "He... doesn’t love me anymore.
"I’m sorry... I’ve let you down."
After that, young Eleanor didn't show up for a long time, and I focused on my pregnancy in the villa.
My health had always been fragile, plagued with illnesses since childhood. Finally conceiving a child made me exceptionally cautious.
Every day, Mia, who cleaned our house, would look at me with reddened eyes, full of guilt and hesitation.
I simply ignored her and focused on my own thing.
Mia seemed eager to make amends, bringing me pastries and cakes, which I consistently refused, and Benjamin saw it all.
Benjamin noticed my repeated rejections and frowned, instructing her, "Eleanor doesn’t like these. Don’t prepare them anymore."
Mia’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at Benjamin, stubbornly tilting her head to keep them from falling. A hint of desire flickered in his eyes as he smirked and said in a low voice, "Make them for me tonight."
Clink--
The sound of a fork hitting a porcelain plate echoed in the room.
Both of them were startled by my actions. Benjamin asked me, "What's wrong?"
I said calmly, "It's a bit disgusting."