After getting pregnant, her husband cheated on an obstetrician.

"Of course not! Joan, the person I love in this life will always be you."

Rodney almost reflexively answered my question.

He reached out and gently stroked my hair.

The love and pain in his eyes for me were almost tangible.

At this moment, I wanted to directly question him.

Ask him why he said he loved me but could still go to another woman's bed behind my back.

Ask him why he cheated on me and then lied to me.

Why make me feel like a fool, playing me around.

But in the end, I still didn't speak.

I smiled, moved my gaze, and looked out the window.

"I'm not worried about it. After all, if you really did that, I can get a lot of money."

Rodney laughed awkwardly and started the car.

I didn't speak, just looking at the scenery outside the window.

Being with Rodney was already twelve years ago.

At that time, we were only eighteen years old.

The ignorance of youth became a definite emotion after the college entrance examination in the summer.

We secretly held hands at the noisy farewell dinner.

Later, I was admitted to an Ivy League school and Rodney only went to an ordinary university.

Inferiority and fear made our four years of college full of quarrels.