George’s eyes brightened at her words, but he quickly masked it, forcing his composure back.
He wrapped his arm around my waist with stiffness, intentionally putting space between Kristen and me.
“Kristen, don’t ever speak like that again,” he warned. “Even if we can’t have children, Jennifer is the only wife I’ve chosen.”
His words made it feel as though I were the one who was flawed, incapable of giving him a child.
But with Kristen, he would certainly have one.
I felt a surge of disgust. Just half a month ago, I had flown abroad, arranging consultations with top specialists for him.
And yet, behind my back, he had brought Kristen into our home in secret.
Kristen carried burnt stir-fried dishes to the table, moving gracefully.
George, picky as ever, buried his face in his food and devoured three bowls of rice without complaint.
The antique sapphire earrings he had bought secretly, I had assumed they were for my birthday, now adorned Kristen’s ears.
Each night, he waited until I fell asleep before entering our bedroom, as though I might stop him.
I took a deep breath and pointed at Kristen.
“George, I’ll ask you one last time… are you really sure you want to keep her?”