When she saw me come in, Lilian frowned and looked at me, "Why are you only getting home now? Did you eat the spaghetti?"
Hearing her words, I let out a cold laugh, "I'm allergic to seafood. Did you forget?"
Lilian froze, a trace of embarrassment flashing in her eyes. Then she picked up her phone, "I'll order you something else."
I sneered, "Don't bother." With that, I headed straight to the bedroom. After washing up and lying down, Lilian also got into bed.
She hugged me from behind, "Lucas, don't worry. After I give birth to this baby, I'll give you one too."
The heavy scent of men's cologne on her made my head ache. A wave of nausea surged through me.
Without thinking, I broke free from her. Then I turned on the bedside lamp and looked at her coldly, repeating what I had said that morning, "Lilian, let's get divorced!"
This time, no one interrupted. Lilian finally heard me clearly. We stared at each other for several seconds.
Then she actually sneered, "Divorce? You want to divorce me? Lucas, can you stop joking around like this? What's the reason? Just because I'm pregnant with Barry's child? I told you already, he has cancer and won't live long."