So much for claiming he didn’t care about children.
I was tired of the act.
"Go ahead. I hope you succeed," I replied, my tone flat.
Before he left, he kissed my forehead gently.
"Valerie, be good and wait for me at home. When I come back, I have something to tell you."
But I was done with his words.
I smiled faintly, my eyes cold.
"Alright."
As soon as he left, my phone buzzed with a friend request on WhatsApp from an unknown contact.
After I accepted the request, my phone was bombarded with a flood of photos. Most of them showed Rocco and Avery in compromising positions, some taken on his office desk, others in the bathroom, and the most chilling ones in my own kitchen.
The last two images were the most telling: a pregnancy report and a wall of luxury handbags, including the one Rocco had bought for Avery at the mall that day.
Then, Avery sent a voice message.
"Valerie, did you see this wall of handbags? Every time I sleep with Rocco, he buys me a bag. Do you have any idea how much all these are worth? Has he ever bought you one?"
"You're just a barren hen, being used for free while I can give him a child. Do you have any idea how much he cares about me and the baby?"