He had said, "Troy might be good-looking, but you two are worlds apart. Don't be foolish enough to marry him!"
And, "That guy's face screams he won't stay loyal. Don't be stupid!"
But a woman in love is far from rational. I thought all men might cheat, but my Troy wouldn't.
He might've been poor, but he was hardworking and ambitious. With a little help, he could run his business well.
Most of all, I couldn't forget the look of deep affection in his eyes when he confessed to me under the cherry blossom tree. But now, that expression was fading from memory.
When I thought of Troy, my first impression was his impatience. Always justifying his secretary's behavior and scolding me relentlessly.
Sensing something was off, I moved to the floor-to-ceiling window. In the pouring rain, his car was still parked downstairs.
Even though visibility was poor, I could clearly make out the two figures inside, embracing and kissing passionately. Troy, I truly misjudged you.
Troy returned that evening. He didn't work overtime, by six, he was home. His coat, drenched by the rain, was tossed directly into the washing machine as soon as he entered.
He glanced at me painting in the study, a faint smile playing on his lips as he quietly approached me from behind, intending to kiss me. I dodged him again.
"Felicia, why do I feel like you've been avoiding me these past few days?" His gaze shifted to my belly and asked, "Has the baby been behaving? You haven't seemed to have much morning sickness lately."
Of course, there was no more morning sickness. Because the baby was long gone.
I let out a cold laugh, only to catch sight of a vivid red mark on his neck, immediately wiping the smile off my face.
Even though he had washed his coat, the heavy scent of a young woman's perfume lingered.
I said nonchalantly, "Stay away. You're making me nauseous again."
Feigning morning sickness, I left the study and shut myself in the bathroom, finally letting out a sigh of relief. At this point, it was truly tragic how things had come to this between Troy and me.
"Felicia, how about I accompany you to your check-up tomorrow?" Before bed, Troy suddenly suggested.
I glanced at the phone he had placed on the coffee table and replied indifferently, "I doubt you can. Louise has plans to take you to try out that new couples' hotel theme room tomorrow."