Chapter 2

The next morning I was making breakfast.

The door to the master bedroom opened without warning.

Adeline always got up around eight or nine. Today was early for her.

"Why not sleep a little longer?"

I asked it flatly.

She rubbed her eyes.

"I'm meeting my girlfriends today. If I leave late, we'll be stuck in line forever."

"Hurry up with the food."

Then she sat down off to the side.

I caught a glimpse of her texting Kevin.

"Kevin, I haven't gotten my period for two months now. Don't tell me I'm actually pregnant?"

He wrote back: "Then have it."

"But money's tight for me right now. Once it's confirmed, I'll say it's your husband's and let him cover the costs first."

"Mm, either way he won't suspect a thing."

"I'll go get checked today. It's about the right time for an amniocentesis test now."

"I'll let you know once it's confirmed."

I laughed coldly to myself.

I hadn't imagined the two of them had already gotten this far.

I went into the kitchen.

Carried the breakfast out.

Adeline ate a few careless bites, then flashed me a smile and waved.

"I'm off, honey."

"For our future, you'd better work hard, okay?"

There'd been a time when that would have made me feel happy, full of drive.

But right then, all I felt was disgust.

Watching the direction she'd gone, I flagged down a cab and followed.

In the end it stopped at a women's clinic.

I'd barely stepped out when my right-hand man called.

"Kent, I've got it sorted. This Kevin Henson is a hot streamer on WarmGlow TV."

"Trades on his looks and a sweet mouth, and he's pulled in a huge crowd of female fans."

WarmGlow TV?

Never heard of it.

Didn't matter.

"How long for the acquisition?"

I asked.

He answered:

"Within two days."

The call ended.

I walked into a coffee shop.

Two hours later, Adeline came out of the clinic.

Smiling, she took out her phone and called Kevin.

I couldn't make out what she said.

But I could guess.

I sent my man a message.

"Send someone to the women's clinic and pull all of Adeline's test reports."

That evening I timed my return for right at quitting hour.

The moment I was through the door.

Adeline threw herself happily into my arms and pushed a pregnancy report at me.

"Honey, I've got good news for you."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant!"

She giggled.

"Six weeks along. Surprised? Didn't see it coming?"

She'd forgotten she hadn't let me touch her in three months.

The timeline didn't add up.

I didn't call her out on it.

I gave a faint smile and gently pushed her back.

"In that case, I'll just have to work even harder."

"All right, I'm going to get some work done."

With that, my face cooled and I left her standing there, walking into the study.

She froze for a moment.

But she didn't think much of it.

"Then work hard. Do it for our baby."

I didn't turn around.

Afraid I wouldn't hold back and would rid her of the child in her belly with my own hands.

In the study, I sat there until midnight.

Then I logged into Kevin's stream on a burner account.

Right now, Kevin was doing his sleep-aid session for his fans.

With some interaction too.

Plenty of the female fans were swooning, saying how handsome and gentle he was, that they wanted to have his baby.

Adeline was among them, logged in on her main account.

She sent a top-tier gift straightaway.

"No need to fight over him. I'm already carrying Kevin's baby~"

"If you love Kevin, you have to send him gifts, you know."

And with that, she sent another top-tier gift.

After that, she flirted with Kevin as if no one else was there.

Finally, someone said they'd seen from Adeline's posts that she was already married.

She tagged that person and replied:

"If your husband has zero sense of romance and you still have to fake being happy every day, doesn't it get boring?"

"A woman's only happy with someone who understands her."

The stream was packed with mindless fans, and they chimed in agreeing one after another.

Watching all this, I let out a cold laugh.

Then took a screenshot.

Adeline.

Since you think he understands you.

Then when I lay my cards on the table, don't you dare cry.