Make Me Pregnant For A Mistress, My Husband Is Crazed With Regret

Chapter 2

"War, should Eve be allowed to keep the baby?"

"Let her bear it. After suffering through ten months of pregnancy, she'll give birth to our child—let's see if that shatters her."

"War could use this to divorce her and leave her with nothing."

War frowned, his voice cold and hard.

"I'll arrange for the abortion. Don't mention this again."

His friends exchanged uneasy glances. One spoke without thinking,

"War, you're not still clinging to Eve, are you?"

War's eyes darkened with emotion, his lips pressed into a thin, tense line.

Claire studied his face, then lowered her eyes with a faint, knowing smile.

"I stand by you. Though... though Eve treated me that way, she must have done it out of love for you."

"You've already defended me. Let's drop it here, or she will become as pitiful as I am."

War's face instantly frosted over at her words.

All warmth drained away, leaving only frost.

"I'll make Eve repay tenfold for what she did to you."

My heart ached as if a dull knife were slowly sawing through it, bleeding endlessly.

Numbly, I picked up my phone and made the call.

"The earlier agreement can be enforced now."

Leaving the club, I moved like a lifeless shell to the car.

Only the sharp pain proved this wasn't a nightmare.

I remembered those three days—curtains perpetually drawn, blurring day and night.

In my haze, I never even saw his face clearly.

Now I realized their scheme had been premeditated.

Yet I'd foolishly rushed to tell War, ecstatic about the pregnancy.

Finally, I wiped my tears and scheduled the abortion for three days later.

'War, you'll get exactly what you want.'

Exhausted, I returned home to find him waiting on the couch.

Once, I'd have happily thrown myself into his arms.

Now, I could only smirk bitterly at myself.

War rose and approached me.

"Weren't you at the hospital? Why so late?"

His expression was flawless, betraying nothing.

It even left me dazed, as if those words had never come from his mouth.

Snapping out of it, I lowered my eyes and told a white lie.

"I went for a walk after the check-up."

He didn't push the matter, leading me to the dining table.

"Have a seat—it's all your favorites."

I looked at the array of dishes before me, nearly all seafood.

I don't like seafood. In fact, I'm allergic to it.

The one who loves seafood is Claire.

He'd not only forgotten my preferences but also my allergy.

Or perhaps he knew—he simply didn't care.

A dull ache spread through my chest again. I took a deep breath and sat down, picking at the food without tasting it.

"Tomorrow is Claire's birthday. I'll pick you up after work," He mentioned offhandedly, wiping his lips.

I stiffened, refusing instinctively. "I'm not going. You go without me."

His expression turned icy in an instant, though he quickly masked it. Yet his tone carried unmistakable impatience as he added, "After everything that has happened to her, she hasn't blamed you. She even invited us to her birthday. Do you have to spoil everything?"