Six years ago, she was framed by her wicked sister and was abandoned by her then husband while she was pregnant. Six years later, she started anew with a different identity. Oddly, the same man who abandoned her in the past had not stopped pestering her at her front door. “Miss Gibson, what’s your relationship with Mister Lynch?” She smiled and answered nonchalantly, “I don’t know him.” “But sources say that you were once married.” She answered as she tucked her hair, “Those are rumors. I’m not blind, you see.” That day, she was pinned on the wall the moment she stepped in her door. Her three babies cheered, “Daddy said mommy’s eyes are bad! Daddy says he’ll fix it for mommy!” She wailed, “Please let me go, darling!”
Luna Gibson was pregnant. She headed home happily with the test report in her hands, all while she pondered on how to break the news to her husband, Joshua Lynch, as a surprise. He had been overseas on a business trip for more than half a month, and he would finally return home tomorrow.
The moment she entered her home, however, she noticed a pair of ladies’ shoes that were not hers. She frowned. She recognized them. It was her sister’s, Aura Gibson, and she just bought them not too long ago. Was she not on that business trip with Joshua?
It was then she heard a woman’s voice that resounded from upstairs. This voice… It was her sister, Aura’s voice! Luna bit her lip as her body trembled inadvertently. Which other man could it be if it was not her husband?
Instinctively, she raised her feet and walked upstairs. The closer she got, the louder the voices of the man and woman that drifted out of the bedroom.
“What are we going to do when she comes back later?” Compared to Aura’s soft, feminine purr, Joshua’s voice sounded particularly cold and deep. “I don’t care.”
“She’s been dreaming of having your child for a long time now, but I beat her to it. How do you plan to explain this to her?”
The man’s voice remained cold and remote. “I don’t care.”
Luna’s heart froze in her chest. A moment later, she retracted her hand that sat on the handle. She turned and left, not daring to face the situation in the room.
Even if she opened the door, what good would it do her? It was a well-known fact that her husband did not love her.