Nodding, Summer passed the desserts she’d picked out to Ashton and said softly, “Mr. Fuller, let’s go home. Mommy’s upset.”

Ashton’s knowing gaze had never left me though he had yet to utter a single word.

Jared, on the other hand, appeared unconcerned over Kristina’s feelings. His whole attention was on Summer. He had been trying to start a conversation with her even until we had already exited the restaurant.

Indifferently, we bid them farewell as we boarded the car. Summer fell asleep soon after.

When we stopped at a red light, Ashton reached out and held my hand. “Are you feeling better now?”

Slightly surprised, I shrugged. “I felt better a long time ago.”

He smiled gently. “So, what did Kristina say to piss you off?”

He lowered his gaze and stared at my hand. He appeared to be suppressing his laughter as he asked, “Does it hurt?”

“I’m the one who slapped her. Why would I be hurt?” I removed my hand from his hold as I recalled Kristina’s words. I couldn’t help my gaze as it traveled towards Ashton’s lower body.

Apparently, I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. Ashton narrowed his eyes as he asked doubtfully, “What’s going on?”

Aware that my staring was inappropriate, I quickly turned my gaze away. After some thought, I asked, “Did y-you take it out yet?”

He appeared shocked at the question, and it took him a moment before he was able to compose himself. The light turned green, and he began to drive forward. “Yes?” he answered confusedly.

Four years ago he had a vasectomy. I haven’t been with him for four years; I wouldn’t know if he’d reversed it or not.

Based on Kristina’s words, maybe he hadn’t reversed the vasectomy. This then became fodder for the rumors that were swirling around.

the corner of his eye,

I said, “The vasectomy clips.

soon morphed into laughter. He looked at me with his brows

stuttered as I pouted. So, did he take them out or

too long!” Four years was a long

lightly. “Don’t worry. Your husband is a healthy man. If you really want to have kids, I’ll be up for

serious tone, I

we’re destined to leave each other in the end, I don’t want him

“We’re

the end, we didn’t manage to arrange for an

little did I expect that I was the first person to

I rarely left the house as I was busy

It was a short one:

nothing more than

switched off my phone,

called, stumbling over her

in confusion. What does she

“What happened?”

replied, “Nancy was apparently murdered in her own home. The police are investigating now. I heard that it was an ugly

with shock. My hands, however, seemed to move on their own accord as they

of Nancy’s death was being reported on

Fuller with you?” Stacey

me when I answered her call. I answered coolly, “Ashton wouldn’t

the anger in my tone and quickly

in the murky waters of the

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