Play?
My heart dropped, and I walked past him coldly, then pushed open the office door right away.
The scene inside the office hit my eyes with nothing hidden.
The desk was messy, papers spread everywhere, Lorenzo stood beside it with untidy clothes, Ariella was partly held in his arms, her hair loose, her face red.
I was at least a married woman, with just one smell, I could tell what had happened.
My stomach suddenly turned, and I felt sick.
The moment Ariella saw me, she froze, then quickly moved closer into Lorenzo’s arms.
And Lorenzo, without thinking, tightened his hold.
Showing a protective position.
I stood at the door, my fingers gripping the frame tightly, pain tightening in my stomach.
“Lorenzo.”
My voice shook.
“The toys I prepared for the baby, where are they? Why do you give those things to Miguel?”
Ariella’s eyes turned red right away.
“Sister-in-law, don’t be mad. We just saw a room full of toys in the glass flower room. Miguel liked them a lot. Lorenzo let him choose what he liked. We didn’t expect that they were prepared by you for the baby…”
“I’ll let Miguel give the things back to you now.”
“Give back? How can they be given back? The things were all ruined by you!”
I lost control of my voice in anger, and Lorenzo cut me off with impatience.
“Enough, Vienne. Who are you talking to with such a harsh tone? Ariella is your sister-in-law!”
“You already scared the child in front of so many people at the party just now. These things, just treat them as compensation from you as the aunt. Whether Miguel takes them to play or breaks them, that’s his choice.”
Compensation?
My mind buzzed.
“Lorenzo.” I stared at him, my voice almost shaking. “You clearly know those were prepared by me for our child—”
“Can you stop making a scene out of nothing?”
Lorenzo cut me off right away, his brows and eyes cold. “They’re just some useless stuff. Is it necessary to come here and cause trouble?”
He looked at me like I was someone unreasonable.
“Or do you have to make everyone feel awkward before you’re satisfied?”
Any toy in that room, taken out casually, was a limited edition worth tens of thousands.
In Lorenzo’s words, they had turned into useless junk.
I had once thought that even if he wasn’t faithful, even if he didn’t love me anymore, at least he was sincere to the child and could still be a good father.
But everything had turned out to be just my imagination.
The child wasn’t even born yet, and he could already give the child’s things to the mistress’s child. After the child was born, what would I face? I didn’t even dare to think.
I stood there, my heart hurting so much that even breathing became hard.
Seeing that I didn’t speak, Lorenzo stepped forward instead.
As if nothing had happened, he bent down, his eyes falling on my stomach, his tone gentle like giving charity.
“Baby, when the time comes, Dad will buy you the most expensive, the best toys, okay?”
“These messy things, just let big brother play with them first. Our baby is a generous, good baby.”
He reached out and pinched my face, as if nothing had happened.
“Don’t keep a straight face, wife. We can buy them again when the time comes. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you and the baby.”
Lorenzo thought I was still as easy to comfort and fool as before.
Even then, he likely still believed I couldn't see the clear tension between him and Ariella.
But I had already noticed the condoms they quickly tucked away beneath the files.
If it had been before, I would've surely called out their vile affair no matter what.
But now, I didn't have the energy to ask anything anymore.
Anyway, I planned to walk away.
As for their ugly affair, I would gather everything and reveal it to the paparazzi on the day of divorce, not today.
I stared at Lorenzo’s face, once so familiar to me, and felt it was odd and almost laughable.
Back then, we had stayed in this office, working through so many late nights together, building everything from zero to now.
I remembered how he used to fall asleep at the desk, and I also recalled the first time he finished a deal, when he held me tight and laughed like a kid.
Back then, he had said this place would be where our future began.
But now.
Everything here felt so filthy that it made me sick.
I turned around and walked out.
I didn't want to look again.
But as I got to the door, someone suddenly stopped me.
Miguel came running over at some point, glaring at me, his eyes showing hate.
“Bitch!” he shouted, “When I grow up, I'll beat you to death! The baby in your belly is also a bastard!”
I shook with anger, my hands tightening without control, but seeing his still young face, I didn't do anything.
I only wanted to move him aside and leave.
But before my hand reached him, Ariella had already rushed over.
She quickly grabbed the child, then her body fell back, hitting the floor hard.
“Ah!”
She screamed in pain, her face going pale at once.
“If you’re angry, take it out on me!” she said, holding the child close, her voice breaking, “Don't harm the child!”
Right after, a loud slap echoed around us.
My face snapped to the side, my ears buzzing.
Lorenzo stood before me, breathing fast, his eyes hard and cold.
“Vienne, have you done enough damage?”
