Chapter 4

In the evening, Dylan came back.

He brought my favorite pink roses and the strawberry cake I loved.

He apologized and admitted his mistake. He said that night with the girl was just a drunken mistake. It meant nothing to him.

He told me to rest assured. He would take care of everything.

I smiled understandingly. "The child is innocent," I said.

His dim eyes suddenly lit up with shock and joy.

"Olivia, you're willing to accept the child?" he asked.

What did that have to do with me?

I was about to die.

After I died, they could live happily as a family of three. How wonderful!

They say a man's ultimate dream is to be promoted, get rich, and have his wife die.

He was about to achieve all three.

Shouldn't I congratulate him in advance?