The blade sank into her flesh, blood staining her trembling hands.
I was stunned but lunged forward to stop her. “I forgive you. I believe you.”
That night, we clung to each other and cried until our souls felt bare.
Primrose swore she had already fired Gideon and handled everything, that nothing like this would ever happen again.
Yet I never could have imagined that her so-called year-long business trip overseas was actually to give birth.
Not only had she taken countless intimate, indecent photos, but she had a child.
If she still insisted it was an accident, even a fool wouldn’t buy it.
I let out a bitter laugh and coldly pushed Primrose aside as she stood firm in front of me.
“I won’t stop you from taking responsibility for your child. That’s your choice, your right.”
“But for me, this ends here. Let’s get a divorce.”
Maybe I was too calm, so Primrose stood frozen for a long moment, convinced I must be joking.
She begged me to reconsider, pleading for me not to speak in anger.
“Carson, we’ve shared ten years together. All those years filled with love, never once a real fight. Everyone around us knows.”