CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Sally took pleasure in putting Nina down to feed her own sense of superiority. Nina's hurt and distress further fueled Sally's desire for revenge significantly.

Successfully observing Nina's pale complexion and unhappy expression, she smirked with satisfaction, her demeanor changing as she no longer bothered to engage with her.

Speaking more would have been just a waste of breath.

Sally's words weren't entirely without merit.

There was another woman still living in the villa.

In Nina's impression, Nash was someone who knew his boundaries and wouldn't casually show leniency to women outside.

He had rejected Melody so quickly, but hadn't rejected Linda, and even arranged for her to stay in the villa. Wasn't this a form of favoritism?

Nash had been convinced that Linda was the woman he encountered that night, and it had been her first time. She had appeared so fragile, in need of protection, which might have evoked different feelings. Perhaps he had even felt she was different from other women.

For so many days, he hadn't come home. Was he with Linda?

Before, Nina hadn't thought like this.

her mind,

had still been a knot in her heart, unresolved until she explained to Nash that Linda wasn't someone she had

decided to try

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had taken some suitable

spotted the familiar car parked at the gate. She hadn't been sure how long it had been

on the

he really been with Linda all those days? Could he have been falling for

those days of interaction, he had grown fond of her. At first, this was the outcome she had desired. So why had she felt so empty

front of her and saw her own face looking ghastly pale, devoid of any color even on her lips. She had looked like she would scare

her makeup, adding some color to her lips to regain her

She parked the car,

seen them

walked slowly to the doorway, where she had seen Nash sitting on the sofa. He had held a newspaper but had seemed more

saying, "I'm the