Pregnant... and So Is His Mistress!

Chapter 7

I didn't want to return to the city, so I booked a hotel nearby.

Only after checking in did I realize it was a room Max and I had stayed in before.

Senior year of college, I had just started dating Max.

On New Year's Eve, my mom beat and scolded me over some trivial matters.

As the clock struck midnight, Max called me. I was in a terrible mood but forced a smile.

New Year's morning, my mom saw my swollen eyes and flew into a rage, calling me an ill omen.

She and my dad took my brother out to pay New Year's visits.

I sat alone at home in a daze when I suddenly got a message from Max:

"Look outside."

I went to the window suspiciously and saw Max standing outside our building.

It turned out he sensed something was wrong from my voice on the phone. Worried I might do something stupid, he took an overnight train to find me, bringing only his phone without even packing a bag.

Seeing me appear at the window, he looked up and gave me an incredibly gentle smile.

The frost in my heart melted in that moment.

That day we walked hand in hand aimlessly through every street in the neighborhood.

Though snow was falling heavily and it was bitterly cold,

Holding his hand, I felt as if I was basking in spring sunshine.

That night, we stayed in this hotel room.

Outside, people were setting off fireworks. We watched the fireworks for a long time, exchanging our secrets.

He gazed at my face and said seriously:

"Karla, let's get married after graduation."

"We'll be each other's only family."

"I want to be with you, never apart, for the rest of our lives."

A knock at the door interrupted my reminiscing.

I frowned, not remembering ordering any room service.

Opening the door, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

"Karla."

Max stood before me in a dark gray coat, tall and handsome.

After a moment of shock, I realized my travel app was linked to Max's email, so he could easily track my whereabouts.

He probably thought I would be moved by him coming all this way, but I just said indifferently:

"I won't change my mind. Don't waste your effort."

His eyes suddenly darkened. He shook his head and pleaded in a low voice:

"You've had enough time to cool off."

"I miss you. Let's go home."

I don't know where his confidence came from. Somewhat irritated, I said:

"I'll say it one last time - I'm not angry."

"I don't want to see you again. Please leave."

Max refused to leave no matter what. He humbly apologized:

"I truly know I was wrong, but I swear, I only made this mistake once."

"I've already fired Chloe and I'll never see her again!"

"Karla, please believe me!"

I said flatly:

"I believe you."

"But the divorce has nothing to do with Chloe."

"Even if you never cheat again for the rest of your life, I still won't love you anymore."

"Max, we're not right for each other."

He looked like he'd heard the biggest joke:

"Not right for each other?"

"Karla, you said yourself that we're the most perfect match in the world!"

I smiled mockingly:

"Is that so?"

"At our wedding, didn't you also vow to love and protect me for life? Did you do that?"

"When I got sick from drinking on your behalf, you held me and said once we had money, you'd never let me suffer like that again. Did you do that?"

He was struck speechless, guilt flashing across his face.

Max and I both had low alcohol tolerance, but business deals often required drinking.

Especially when we first started the company and he had no influence, he had to drink full glasses with everyone who toasted him.

Back then, I helped him fend off countless drinks at business dinners.

You could say many of the company's long-term clients were gained through my efforts at those dinners.

He had seen me come home from those events with splitting headaches all night.

He knew it all, yet still forced me to drink with Mr. Smith just to win an argument with Chloe.

Times change, and those passionate vows made in the heat of love now seemed laughably hollow.