Unable to contain his excitement, his tone lightened slightly: "I knew you were the most sensible. I'll go discuss your follow-up treatment with the doctor and finalize the adoption while I'm at it." With that, he turned and left, his steps hurried, without looking back, as if he couldn't bear to stay even a second longer.
The moment the door was pushed open, I clearly caught a glimpse of Vanessa leaning against the door. She was wearing an exquisite dress, her makeup was glamorous, and she was staring at me with those provocative and smug eyes, a victor's smile curving her lips, as if to boast—look, Liam is mine after all.
I looked away, pretending not to see him, but my fingertips trembled uncontrollably. Once the door was completely closed, I immediately reached for Liam's phone, which he had left on the bedside table. In seven years of marriage, I had never touched his phone. He always said, "Mutual trust is the most important thing," and even his unlock password had always been my birthday.