The reason why Delilah couldn’t conceive a child was not only because Aaron’s sperm viability rate was too low, but also because she had a past that no one knew about.
And this past, she dared not let Aaron know even if she died.
It was the time when she had just broken up with Aaron, and was so high-minded and proud that she had nowhere to vent her anger, so she climbed into the bed of a fifty-year-old man as revenge.
A trade of flesh and money. It was enough for her to cater to that disgusting old man in bed and then enjoy the life she’d gotten in exchange.
What seems like an easy task certainly comes at a price. The function of the uterus has been damaged and it is really difficult to conceive a child again.
Delilah’s face was obscure when she thought of this experience, she missed the arrogant and reckless life, but understood that the child would be her most important bargaining chip in the future.
Trying to conceive again anytime soon was out of the question and she had to cover up and prepare.
“Hey, how’s the thing I asked you about earlier,” Delilah was hiding in a corner of the cafe on the phone, her five onion fingers covering her mouth and keeping her voice low, “Money is all good. Yes, it’s going to be a newborn boy, six months to go.”
The woman with the phone in her hand had a stern look in her eyes and anxiously stroked up her bulging belly, which was bulging with clothing, “Don’t have bad parents, I don’t want a stupid baby.”
Hanging up the phone with a long sigh, Delilah slammed down a whole cup of coffee, her face even twisted a little.
Having come to this point, the only way to pretend to have a child that is “gaining months” is to use clothes. It is also a headache to find a suitable child to steal during the “birth”.
But Aaron didn’t have time to be mushy with her. He spent all his time working overtime.
It wasn’t as hard to work before.
It was a thought that flashed through the man’s mind, and even he was taken aback by it.
Since that woman’s departure, the burden on her own shoulders seemed much heavier. In the old days, it always seemed that she was a waste of time and couldn’t do anything right. But now it seemed that with her assistance, many jobs that were now difficult to do were done with ease.
So, she’s also very capable, why didn’t I realize it before.
The fingers gradually clenched into fists, the bones turning pale from the effort of making them, and the beating of his heart seemed to slow down a few notches as a result.
What on earth was happening to that woman … now. Why did images of the time she had spent with her begin to appear in her mind, images of her just right looking flesh, images of her careful smile as she faced herself, images of her crouched at her desk tucking her hanging hair behind her ear.
With that frozen thought, a figure suddenly flashed outside the office door.
Keenly caught by the shadow’s attention, the man’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter – was it an illusion, why did it look so much like the woman.
Entangled by this idea, Aaron immediately put down the work in his hands, pushed away his chair and lifted his feet to chase out.
Feet gradually slowed, hand on the doorframe as he looked around. There was nothing but an empty office lobby.
Surely it is an illusion … man suddenly felt some despondency, the corners of his mouth unconsciously dropping a few points, how that woman will not appear in front of himself, right.
The late night is very suitable for rambling thoughts, Aaron felt that he was working overtime and was a bit faint in the head, why would he feel so frustrated?
That woman… …