Chapter 3

"After all, Sylvie and I have been like two peas in a pod since childhood. If something was really going to happen between us, would it be your turn?"

How laughable! How absurd!

Naked in each other's arms, and nothing happened?

But back then, for the sake of my mother's dying wish, I ultimately chose to forgive.

And that one act of leniency gave Declan and Sylvie the nerve to push even further.

They'd wear matching outfits, check into the same hotel room constantly...

It wasn't until later, when Declan took Sylvie abroad saying he'd help her get pregnant, that I finally announced our breakup.

Did Declan think I was just saying that in anger?

Whatever. What he thought didn't matter at all anymore.

Looking again at this shameless pair of cheaters in front of me, I felt disgusted even looking at them for another second. I turned to leave.

Seeing this, Declan's furious shout rang out behind me:

"Summer, are you done throwing your tantrum? Let me tell you, don't be ungrateful! Think it over yourself. When you've figured it out, come find me like a good girl. Don't wait until I'm really angry! You'll regret it then."

I rolled my eyes and walked straight toward the parking lot.

Today was supposed to be the day for my prenatal checkup, but I hadn't expected to run into these two unlucky people.

After parking, I'd just walked into the hospital lobby when my phone vibrated.

It was a message from Hudson:

"Honey, don't be nervous going to your first prenatal checkup alone. You're the bravest baby! Once I finish my work, I'll come home to be with you and the baby. Be good."

Looking at this message, my mood finally improved a little.

But my mind grew even more confused—how could two sons from the same Walsh family be so different?

Declan was selfish, hypocritical, and unfaithful, trampling my genuine feelings underfoot.

But Hudson had always been gentle and considerate. In the three years since our marriage, he'd spoiled me like a child.

He remembered all my little preferences. When I needed him, even if he wasn't by my side, he'd find every way to help me solve my problems.

The prenatal checkup went smoothly. The doctor said the baby was developing well.

After sending a photo of the checkup report to Hudson, I drove home.

But the moment I pushed open the front door, I saw Declan and Sylvie sitting on the sofa.

That's when I suddenly remembered—Hudson and I's new house was still being renovated. Right now, we were still living at his parents' house. This was originally Declan's home too.

Running into them somehow instantly filled me with disgust.

Hearing the noise, Declan looked up at me and immediately sneered:

"I thought you had such a backbone, Summer? It's only been a few hours, and here you are crawling back to find me?"

"So? Have you thought it through?"

Before I could speak, Sylvie immediately chimed in:

"Summer, I'm glad you've thought it through."

Then she continued: "Oh, by the way, Summer, when Declan and I went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup earlier, we saw someone whose back looked a lot like you. Did you go to the hospital too? Are you feeling unwell?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Declan sneered again:

"What else would she be doing at the hospital? She was obviously following me, afraid I'd really ignore her, so she went to the hospital to put on a show, hoping to soften my heart."

Sylvie feigned surprise, blinking as she tilted her head to look at me:

"That doesn't make sense though, does it, Declan? I remember Summer seemed to go to the hospital before we did. And I specifically noticed—Summer went to the obstetrics department."

At this point, she covered her mouth with a soft laugh:

"Could it be, Summer... that you have fertility issues?"