My hands gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.
Two whole hours later, I finally saw them emerge.
Willette leaned against Jenson Henry’s chest, her cheeks still flushed. He kissed her forehead with such tender affection that it made me sick.
So this was her so-called “routine”? Keeping her boy toy stationed right below her office, ready to meet her any time she wanted?
You were so clever, Willette.
You’d been lying to me all this time.
Once they left, I walked into the hotel and checked the security records.
Their names had been showing up there for a year.
The first booking dated back to March 15 last year.
The very same day, Willette returned to the workforce.
And the same day, I quit my job to stay home and take care of our child for her.
I drew in a deep breath, pocketed my phone, and drove home.
When I opened the door, there she was in the kitchen, wearing an apron, which was a rare sight. She poked her head out the moment she heard me.
“You’re back late,” she said with that same gentle smile she always wore. “Come sit down. I made your favorite pork ribs stew. After dinner, we can head to Mom’s to pick up Tad.”
Before I could answer, my phone rang.
It was my mother. Her voice was urgent as she urged, “Craig, your child’s running a high fever. His temperature is thirty-nine degrees! You need to come right away!”
I immediately looked at Willette. “Tad’s burning up. We need to get to Mom’s and take him to the hospital.”
We rushed out of the house and jumped into the car. But something unexpectedly happened halfway down the road.
Craig's POV
Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a WhatsApp notification.
Willette glanced at the screen, and her face changed instantly.
Without warning, she jerked the steering wheel and made a U-turn, driving in the opposite direction.
I grabbed my seatbelt, startled. “Where are you going?”
“Something urgent came up at work. I have to head back to the office,” she said flatly, without even looking at me.
“Can’t it wait? Our child’s running a high fever.”
She frowned, clearly torn. “Honey, I’m doing all this for our child’s future. Please understand.”
“Here, I’ll drop you off on the side of the road. You can catch a cab to your mom’s place,” she added.
Before I could say another word, she pulled over and shoved me out of the car.