Dustin was yet to come to his senses when he grunted.
"I'm sorry, Angelica. I'm so busy today that I forgot. Please hold on. I'll be back tonight."
He seemed very anxious. Before I could reply, he hung up the call.
My heart suddenly lurched, and I felt a sharp pain as if needles had pricked it.
I sat in the corridor of the hospital for a long time until the tears at the corners of my eyes dried up. There was not a single drop left.
My phone suddenly rang.
It was Heather's profile picture, a kitten.
I didn't remember when she friended me. We hadn't chatted for a long time since we fell out.
She sent me a link and provocatively told me that she would snatch everything that belonged to me, including Dustin.
"He doesn't love you anymore. He doesn't say it because you're pregnant with his child. Do you think he'll still care about you when I have his child? You should know when to give up."
I clicked on the link that Heather had sent me. It was a post sent by Dustin using his alt account.
"My wife is pregnant. What should I do if I take a fancy to her best friend?"
It could be seen that he was anxious.
A group of his good friends gave him advice in the comment area, and some people said that he was a jerk.
Dustin replied to a comment.
He said that he loved me very much since young. We had always been on good terms. We could be said to be an exemplary couple.
"But a person couldn't fall in love with only one person in his life. You can say that I am not dedicated, but I'm not a jerk."
"What's more, my wife's best friend is skillful in sex. She wears a dress all day long around me. No man can resist her charm."
Someone asked him if he was afraid that I would divorce him if I found out.
His answer was "My wife is pregnant with my child. She won't leave me".
What a firm tone.
In an instant, anger and unwillingness burned in my veins like lava. I felt repressed and painful every time I breathed.
As expected of the man who had been with me for many years.
He knew me very well.
He knew that I wanted to have a home, so I wouldn't leave him.
When I got home, Dustin took the bag from my hand as if nothing had happened and carefully helped me to the dining table.
"Honey, are you hungry? Have a rest. I'll make your favorite dish."
As soon as he finished speaking, he gently kissed between my eyebrows and rubbed my hair.