Ch. His Infidelity 13 His Infidelity 13

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I never expected that Haven would cling to me for a full half month. 

We were practically inseparable every single day. 

She always had a new excuse. 

Her body wasn’t feeling well, or the baby wasn’t. She needed me to stay just a bit longer. 

She couldn’t let outsiders look down on her. On and on, she kept coming up with reasons. 

Each time, she would pull me back into bed, trying to make me forget Willow. 

And at first, I indulged her. I gave in, lost myself in the illusion. 

But by the end, my heart was no longer in it. 

No matter how hard Haven tried, I only grew more pissed off by the day. 

During all that time, I found myself missing Willow more and more. 

Yet Willow hadn’t contacted me once. Not even a single word in half a month. 

It was as if she had vanished completely from my world the moment she walked away from the villa that day. 

I had hoped she would reach out to me first. But that hope… was quickly wearing thin. 

Ironically, this was the break I thought I needed-to stay beside Haven and take care of her and the baby she carried. 

But now that Willow was truly gone, just like I said I wanted, I found myself unbearably restless. 

I was so agitated I couldn’t sit still. Once more, I picked up my phone and scrolled through my chat history with Willow. 

Our last conversation was still frozen on the day of the accident. 

Back then, she had been teasing me, playfully demanding that I go with her for her next prenatal 

check-up. 

But after that accident, everything changed. 

Willow had lost her child. And her parents. 

The husband she trusted… had come home with another woman. 

Worse, he had gotten that woman pregnant. 

At that thought, a wave of guilt crashed through my chest, late but suffocating. 

Only now did I begin to feel the weight of what I had done. 

I should never have sacrificed Willow’s parents’ lives just to protect Haven. 

I shouldn’t have turned my back on that unborn child. 

Clutching my chest, I struggled to breathe through the pain. 

Words caught in my throat. 

I had felt cornered back then-like there was no other choice. 

Haven hadn’t meant to hit Willow and her parents. It wasn’t on purpose. 

And Haven… she was pregnant with my child. 

So in the end, I chose. I chose to sacrifice Willow’s parents and the baby in her belly. 

I had told myself there would still be time to make things right. That I could make it up to her later. 

But now, I wondered-was this why Willow had pulled her investment? 

Was this her way of making me taste even a fraction of the pain she had endured? 

I gripped my phone tightly, desperately hoping a message from her would appear. 

But no message came. 

No salvation. 

The pain became unbearable. My chest felt like it might split open. 

And yet, I still tried to convince myself-Willow loved me so much. Even if she found out the truth, she wouldn’t leave me. 

After all, she had no one else now. No other family. Just me. 

Clenching my fists, I swore, ‘From now on, I will treat Willow better…’