I could not believe the words at first and had to replay the video multiple times to let the reality sink in.
While I was still sitting on the ground hugging myself, the front door opened, and Beckett was finally home.
"Evelyn," he called out a few times before frowning and turning on the lights.
When I was nowhere to be found on the first floor, he entered our bedroom upstairs only to see me sitting silently in a dark corner with tears in my eyes.
"Evelyn? Are you alright?"
When he held my shoulders, trying to make me get up from the floor, I had a strong urge to push him away.
"Now that you can give birth any day, can you stop being so careless? Why didn’t you turn on the lights? What if you stumbled—"
"Where were you till now?"
Taken aback by my direct question, Beckett quickly made up an excuse.
"Baby, I was with the board discussing a business issue."
"Really? My friend told me that she saw you on the riverside today buying some hot chocolate."
Beckett went pale for a moment before collecting himself.
"So what? I cannot eat something that I like now? And why are you stalking me?!"
The guilt in his eyes was evident—he was there all day with Delaney fooling around.
"I just asked because I want to have hot chocolate too."
I wanted to see how far he would go with his lies.
Feeling frustrated, he finally snapped.
"Why are you so demanding all the time! I am just home from an entire day of tiring work. If you want to have something, then ask the maid to make it for you."
Without waiting for my response, he turned around with a scowl.
"How can you be the perfect wife when you are so stubborn."
When he was out of sight, I clutched my stomach painfully and cried.
"My poor baby, your daddy has abandoned both of us, but mommy will take care of you."
Beckett's phone buzzed and when I saw the caller ID, it was almost disgusting how stupid he thought I was to never question him even when he saved his mistress’s name as ‘My love’ on his phone.
I swiped the phone and was surprised to see it was unlocked with the screensaver being an ultrasound image of a woman’s womb.
If Delaney hadn’t sent me this same image earlier, I would have mistaken it as my own and would have never questioned Beckett.
I checked the contents of the messages sent between.