But he chose to bury all her misdeeds, remembering only her betrayal that had cuckolded him.

At that moment, Waylen inquired about Harold. Rena knew that men always cared about such things. Waylen suspected that she had been intimate with Harold before...

Rena refrained from explaining, nor did she desire to.

She felt so weary...

Her belly harbored a baby of nearly five months old, and its movements grew more pronounced.

Even if she yearned to reconcile with Waylen, she had to ensure the safety of their child first.

With composure, Rena declared, "Waylen, | won't consent to a separation.”

For her to agree to part ways would mean endorsing him to seek other women's attention.

Rena wasn't that naive.

Upon hearing this, Waylen arched his eyebrows and mustered a faint smile.

Rena cast her gaze downward and continued, "You probably think you hold all the power, and | can't stop you from not coming home. It's true, | may feel helpless, but there's a difference between me allowing a separation and you choosing not to return.”

With that said, Rena exited the bathroom.

As she passed by Waylen, he gently grasped her shoulder.

Somehow, he sensed her quiet sorrow.

Rena's nose turned slightly red.

"I'm very tired. | want to sleep."

Drawing near, Waylen whispered, "Did you enchant me with your affectionate vulnerability before? Otherwise, why would | continue to be passionate with you and have children with you?"

What a scoundrel!

Tears welled in Rena's eyes...

She gently pushed him away, walked slowly to the bed and lay down beside Alexis.

Eventually, Waylen also lay down.

Rena had her back to him but he knew she was not asleep. From the darkness, occasional soft sobs escaped her... She seemed to be crying.