Part 2My Wife Hid Our Kid

To be closer to Drake, I died in his nursery.

Charlotte opened the bedroom door and found me absent, assuming I hadn't come home yet.

She turned and pulled Brown onto our bed together.

Her tone was indifferent: "He probably believed some scammer again and ran off to the middle of nowhere."

Brown laughed loudly.

"It's not the first time. I've never seen anyone so stupid—he believes whatever scammers tell him."

"I remember once he ran into the mountains and almost didn't make it back. When the police arrived, he was disheveled, holding a knife and going crazy. Three men were lying on the ground. I have no idea what happened."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature around Charlotte suddenly dropped. She pushed him away coldly.

Brown realized he'd said the wrong thing and immediately circled her neck ingratiatingly, pressing his lips to her neck.

"I won't talk about it anymore, Charlotte. It's been so long since we've been intimate."

Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his lips, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Don't think I'm jealous. I just find him stupid."

"Back then, if he hadn't been so controlling, I would never have divorced him."

"But he has a life on his hands. He deserves this suffering. He can't blame anyone else."

With that, their clothes scattered across the floor.

On this bed where we had made love countless times, the two of them became entangled passionately.

I thought after death, people wouldn't feel pain anymore, but my heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles.

Back then, she was the one who knelt before me, holding me and refusing to let go.

"William, don't leave me. I was drunk that day and mistook him for you. I'll take care of the baby. Please believe me."

But I didn't forgive her. I insisted on divorce.

Charlotte went crazy, dragging Brown to apologize to me, then went to get an abortion herself.

My heart softened. After struggling for months, I finally forgave her.

The price was being fooled like an idiot for four years.

The ambiguous moaning continued until midnight.

The breathless Charlotte finally seemed to remember me, frowning toward the door.

"Where the hell did William go? He didn't even send a message about not coming home."

She called me.

After a few seconds of silence, my phone suddenly rang in the house.

Charlotte's whole body stiffened as she looked sharply toward Drake's nursery.