"Babe, you're so passionate." Richard chuckled softly, leaving a trail of deep red marks across my chest.

I closed my eyes, lost in a haze of pleasure. All rational thoughts had fled my mind, and I was completely overcome by the sensations.

"Sophia, you're so beautiful." With an intense gaze, he stripped away the rest of my clothing, admiring my naked body. "You make it impossible for me to stay in control"

The thought of lying completely exposed on the dining table, vulnerable to his every move made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Richard leaned down to kiss me again, his tongue forcefully invading my mouth. I stifled my moans, my chest heaving with each breath.

Just as things were heating up, a thought suddenly struck me, and I grabbed his arm, shaking my head. "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well. We need to stop."

Earlier that day, I had seen the doctor, who had reminded me that I was just over a month pregnant and that the baby was still fragile. The doctor also advised against any sexual activity for the time being to prevent complications.

"What's wrong?" Richard stopped immediately, gently stroking my hair. "Where do you feel unwell?"

It's never easy to stop in the middle of something like that.

"I'm just a little tired; I need to rest." After a moment of hesitation, I decided not to tell him about the baby yet.

I planned to tell him everything after I resolved the matter with the pink diamond jewelry.

If he wasn't cheating, then we could be happy together with our child forever. But if he really was seeing another woman.

Then he wouldn't deserve to be a father.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." Richard's face was full of guilt as he gently dressed me and carried me to a chair. "You waited for me all this time without eating, didn't you? Are you hungry?"

"Not really," I said, shaking my head softly. In truth, I had lost my appetite after waiting so long.

"The food's cold. I'll make us something light." He stood up, adjusting his suit back to its usual impeccable state, looking every bit the dignified man who was hard to take your eyes off.

As I watched him busy himself in the kitchen, I couldn't shake the image of him cooking for another woman from my mind. The thought nearly drove me mad, and I took a deep breath.

‘Sophia, don't jump to conclusions. Maybe it's all just a misunderstanding?’ I told myself.

Richard prepared a plate of pasta and a bowl of mushroom soup. His cooking was surprisingly good, and I realized I hadn't eaten much of anything he'd made before.

A guy of his size eager to cook for me—shouldn't I have been moved?

But that photo kept replaying in my mind, the tender smile on Richard's face and the pink diamond bracelet on the woman's wrist haunting me like a nightmare, making it hard to breathe.

"Happy anniversary." Richard clinked his glass with mine, a loving smile on his handsome face. "Sophia, I'm so lucky to have you as my wife."

"Happy anniversary, darling." I smiled back at him, chatting like we always did, but the juice tasted bitter as it went down.

I had a feeling that the photo and the message weren't as simple as they seemed. Was that woman trying to provoke me? Was she trying to tell me that my husband belonged to her?

My thinking was cloudy and preoccupied. After a quiet supper with Richard, I cleared the plates and went into the bedroom.

Richard approached from behind me, throwing his arms around me and nuzzling my neck. "It's our anniversary—I want to make love to you."

He nibbled on my earlobe, and I gasped, grabbing his hand as it roamed my body. My voice trembled as I said, "Our anniversary is over. It's four in the morning."

He forced a smile and headed for the restroom. "Sophia, you are too tired tonight. I will make it up to you another time."

I watched him walk away, then picked up my phone to look at the photo from the unknown number again, my heart heavy with anxiety.

That night, I lay beside Richard, but I couldn't sleep at all.

Once a seed of doubt is planted, it's hard to erase. The thought "My husband might be cheating on me" kept spinning in my mind, causing me unbearable pain.

The next morning, I woke up early. As I came out of the bedroom and reached the stairs, the housekeeper, Mary, greeted me with a smile. "Mrs. Blackwood, we have a special guest today."

"A special guest?" I was surprised for a second.

"It's Ms. Susan," Mary explained. I followed her gaze and saw Susan Blackwood sitting on the living room sofa. She was dressed in a light blue gown, looking pure and elegant, her beauty captivating.

I nodded and was about to say something when I noticed something that made my blood run cold: Susan was wearing a pink diamond bracelet.

It was the same bracelet as the one seen in the photo.

I stood frozen, feeling like the blood in my veins had turned to ice.

How could Susan be wearing that bracelet? She was Richard's stepmother's daughter, a little older than him. Although they weren't related by blood, she was still his stepsister by name.

I recalled the tender smile on Richard's face in the photo, and suddenly my vision blacked out. My legs gave way, and I nearly collapsed on the spot!