Jessie sat in stunned silence.

She stared at the check and keys, her slender fingers tracing their edges delicately.

After a moment, she spoke up, her voice trembling slightly. "I will forget you and move on. Take these back. You're not my real uncle.

There's no need for such valuable wedding gifts. Besides, how could a man sleep with his own niece?"

She feigned indifference, but her eyes betrayed her emotions, brimming with unshed tears.

She despised herself for being so easily swayed.

With those words, Jessie grabbed her bag and made to leave.

She didn't want him to escort her.

He was married now. Last night had been a mistake, fueled by alcohol.

If she allowed him to linger, it would only complicate matters further.

In five minutes, a taxi pulled up, and Jessie swiftly climbed inside without a second glance.

Albert made no move to stop her.

He lingered there, lost in thought, before finally making his way back to the villa. Seated, he stared at the check and keys. Then he tore the check in two.

His phone rang-it was his wife, Daisy.

Theirs was a strained relationship, and Daisy's pregnancy with another man's child made things worse.

Yet, she still held onto hope for reconciliation.

Daisy briefly parted ways with her lover to prioritize Albert. She hoped for a change of heart from Albert, but how could that happen now that she was pregnant with another man's child? Albert was already considering the broader implications by not divorcing her.

“Albert. I heard you returned yesterday. Why did you go to Duefron again?"

Daisy's voice was soft, filled with longing.

"Will you be back today? I've prepared your favorite dishes," she continued, her tone pleading.