Never Too Late to Change My Mind

Feeling unwell, I fell asleep in a daze. It wasn't until Connor returned at midnight and turned on the bedroom lights that I woke up.

His expression was grim. "Wynn, why did you block me?"

Seeing that I didn't respond, he walked up and aggressively shoved his cold hands into my nightgown. Then, he pressed it against my lower abdomen.

My body's discomfort worsened.

He withdrew his hands and said, "That's for being petty. I told you. She's just a client. I only helped her out of pity.

A dull ache throbbed in my lower abdomen. I was in so much pain that I didn't have the energy or the will to fight him.

Connor sighed helplessly. "Fine. Don't be mad. I'm sorry I made a mistake. I'll do better, alright?"

His half-hearted words were the same old script I'd heard countless times. In the end, I was the only one who ever took them seriously.

The thought left a bitter ache in my chest.

Noticing my pale face, Connor offered to get me some dark chocolate. "Are you having your period again? You never take care of yourself. Let me get you some dark chocolate.

"I treat you well, but you're always making me mad."

His patronizing concern stung me. A pregnant woman would never get her period, and he'd know if he ever paid attention. It seemed that he'd never cared about me.

While Connor was rummaging through the fridge, he left his phone behind. A notification from "Quinn the Menace" flashed across the screen.

I calmly looked away and reached out to grab the glass of hot water on the nightstand.

Connor seemed to have materialized out of thin air, suddenly appearing and swiftly snatching the phone away.

In the process, he knocked over the glass and spilled hot water all over the back of my hand.

My hand instantly scalded red.

"What were you doing? I told you there's nothing between me and Quinn, yet you were trying to snoop through my phone while I was away! Stop being so sensitive!"

I studied the panic flickering through his eyes and calmly said, "I just wanted to drink some water."

My calm seemed to catch him off guard. Realizing he'd overreacted, he tried to smooth things over. "Still stubborn, huh? You burned your hand, didn't you? Let me see."

He took my hand over and gently blew on the burn. "I'm your husband. If you don't trust me, no one will. Marriage is built on trust—"

"Is it?" I cut him off and stared straight at him as if trying to peer into the depths of his soul.

"Of course. The baby's further along now. It should be fine, right?" He showed no guilt and tried to lean in for some intimacy, but I turned my face away to dodge his touch.

Irritation flashed in his eyes. He was about to speak when someone entered the house.

It was Quinn. She stood in the living room in a revealing lace nightgown. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes red-rimmed.

Connor instinctively moved toward her but glanced at me. He forced himself to maintain a serious demeanor. "It's late. Why are you here?"

I looked at them indifferently. "How does she know the passcode to our home?"

He stiffened unnaturally and replied, "She left something here when I was handling her case. We weren't home back then, so I told her to get them herself."

Quinn shrank into the corner. "Mr. Lockwood is right, Wynn. I'm sorry for bothering you, but the power went out at my place. I got scared, so I-I…"

Connor stepped forward and draped a coat over her shoulders. His gaze filled with pity as it fell on Quinn.