Aimee’s POV
“Cly thought you won’t come back anymore so he let me stay here…” I maintained my straight face but my insides are all raging in anger. “I’m pregnant and he’s not comfortable when I’m not around him,” she says while her hand is on her belly, caressing it.
I tried to not furrow my brows. I straightens my back and held my chin up high. “So, you mean he doesn’t want to leave the house so you’re the one who moves in here?” I ask.
She is taken aback by what I questioned. She shifted in her place and her eyes blink uncontrollably. This time, I couldn’t stop myself from raising a brow. “My dress looks good on you. Clyver bought that for me about a month ago. I used it a lot especially when I’m here in our house. If you want, you can have it.” I smile at her. I do not think I hide
