This apartmentplex was pretty old.


    The soundproofing wasn’t great.


    Because of that, Den and I had moved our bedroom to the other side.


    But I never expected the noise from next door to be this loud through just one wall.


    I felt lost.


    After all, I’d been wrong twice before…


    Sure enough, within a few minutes of my hesitation, Den came home.


    His footsteps were light.


    He stood in the bedroom doorway.


    Seeing I wasn’t asleep, he looked relieved:


    “Marcus had too much to drink.”


    Den exined unprompted:


    “I helped them clean up, then came home.”


    As he spoke, he pulled off his shirt.


    Looking at his still lean, sexy waist and abs, I didn’t rush over to hug him and act cute like I used to.


    Instead, I gave a t “oh” and asked the question Den most wanted to hear:


    “Are they living together now?”


    Seeing my calm tone, his tense body visibly rxed.


    He smiled:


    “Yeah, they’re still in the honeymoon phase.”


    With that, Den casually asked when my next prenatal appointment was. <fna264> The source of th?s content is f?ndnovel</fna264>


    After brushing him off, I went to the living room.


    Once Den was in the shower, I went to the study and started updating my résumé.


    When Den woke up, I was still sleeping.


    He didn’t see his favorite breakfast waiting on the table like usual.


    He seemed pissed.


    From brushing his teeth and washing his face on, he deliberately kicked chairs and stools, making them tter loudly.


    I pretended not to hear.


    Lying in bed, I touched my belly.


    My emotions wereplicated.


    But I hadn’t wavered.


    I couldn’t let momentary weakness turn this child into my burden.


    Besides, its father was such a selfish, horny bastard.


    Once I had this baby, I’d never be able to cut ties with Denpletely.


    While I was lost in thought, I suddenly got a text from Jenna.


    After sending me nine photos in a row, she taunted me without any attempt to hide it:


    [After he went to that birthing ss with you at the hospital, he came back saying just thinking about a babying out of there… that bloody scene gave him nightmares just imagining it.


    [Sophia, what good does being young do you? Everyone was young once. The point is you have no clue what men actually want.


    [You know what? Den loves it when I wear that tight ckce dress. Once in the parking garage, he called me and we did it in the car-didn’t even have time to take the dress off…]


    The ellipsis left little to the imagination.


    I calmly opened each photo.


    Double-tapped to zoom in.


    Every single one showed Den’s handsome sleeping face.


    In several, Jenna had deliberately exposed half her chest, pressed against him.


    Fighting back disgust, I carefully saved them all and screen-recorded everything.


    After a while, Jenna sent another message:


    [You have no idea how wild I’ve trained Den to be.]


    If this had been me a few days ago, receiving this kind of provocation, I probably would’ve lost itpletely and charged over there to tear her hair out, screaming hysterically.


    But now, my heart was dead.


    I simply replied:


    [Free whore.]


    [Are you proud of that?]