However, one thing hadn’t changed. He still liked staying out all night.
During the day, though, he would take me shopping for baby supplies. I watched him rush around, buying things for the baby, loading the car with bags. For a brief moment, I thought maybe he finally remembered that he had a wife and a child on the way.
But it was only an illusion. After dropping me off at home, he started changing clothes again, preparing to leave.
"Are you going out again?" I asked. I didn’t know where I found the courage, but I had to ask.
He paused, meeting my gaze for a moment. There was something in his eyes, perhaps a flicker of panic. He quickly looked away.
"I need to make money for our child’s future. These social engagements are important."
For once, he didn’t scold me for asking, didn’t make me feel like I was intruding on his affairs. He actually explained himself.
"Then be careful," I said softly. I didn’t dare ask him to come home early. I didn’t want him to think I was asking for too much.
When he left, all I had to accompany me was the sound of the door closing behind him.
In early June, the weather was clear and bright. That day, I finally gave birth to a big, healthy, baby boy. The delivery was smooth and everyone was overjoyed. Even Spencer, who smiled like I’d never seen before, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
The Yateses threw a grand celebration for our son’s christening. The house was full of guests, everyone bustling about in excitement. But I never expected that on this day, all my fantasies were shattered.
A man walked into the party, immediately capturing everyone’s attention. His name was Levi Scott, a man with a mischievous smile.
As soon as Spencer’s parents saw him, their faces lit up. They treated him with a strange mix of warmth and intimacy that made my stomach turn. What was going on?
Before I had time to process it, Levi approached me, his smile still firmly in place.
“Hello, Tiffany,” he greeted me. “You’ve worked hard to give Spencer such a strong son.”
He reached out and gently touched my son’s chubby cheek. His words sounded normal enough, but there was something off about the way he said them. I just couldn’t tell why.
"Hello ... " I replied awkwardly, unsure of how to continue the conversation.
Levi didn’t seem to mind. He flashed his signature smile again, waved his hand dismissively and turned his attention to Spencer.