At first, I didn’t care about that. I told myself that if I could wait until he agreed to marry me, then after we were married, I could keep waiting until he truly loved me.
I was willing to wait until he opened up his heart to me.
Alas, it all changed six months ago when Isobel, his so-called savior, showed up.
At last, I realized that Dante wasn’t cold and indifferent to everyone. In front of Isobel, he was always gentle and generous with his smiles. As for me, I was never anything more than a side character in his life.
Still, the hardest thing for me to bear was his deceit. While he pretended to seek my approval, he had secretly made Isobel pregnant through artificial insemination.
It was from that moment on that it finally hit me. There was never going to be a future with Dante and me.
I didn’t tell my friends the truth. I simply said that I was leaving for work at a different hospital and would get in touch with them sometime later. Feeling apologetic about the suddenness, I hung out with them until late at night before heading home.
When I got back, Dante had only just arrived as well. Smelling the stench of alcohol on me, he frowned and backed away. He covered his nose and impatiently snapped, “Stay away from me. Don’t get any of that alcohol odor on me.”
I let out a self-deprecating laugh. He was probably just worried that the alcohol might end up affecting Isobel. After all, she was a pregnant woman.
Without saying anything, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. When I came back out, Dante was tapping away on his phone with a smile on his face.
I spared him a glance before deciding to head to the bedroom to sleep, but he stopped me.
“I need to discuss something with you,” Dante said.
I paused in my footsteps. He had said the same thing two weeks ago, when he first told me he wanted to have a baby with Isobel. We’d been arguing ever since then.
Isobel was already pregnant, so what else did he have to discuss with me?
