"Child?" Oliver Turner subconsciously looked at her abdomen.
Faye Townsend's hand slowly caressed her own belly: "I'm pregnant."
"What did you say?"
"I said, I am pregnant, almost three months now."
Oliver Turner looked at her almost in shock: "How is that possible? As far as I know, he doesn't love you and has never touched you."
"Your investigation is correct, he indeed does not want to touch me, but that day he was drunk.
I know he doesn't love me and we will eventually divorce, but I love him too much, I really can't bear to let go.
Ever since the day I fell for him at a young age, my dream has always been to make him my man.
For eight years, these eyes of mine have only followed one man.
His every frown and smile are the sole motivation for my daily happiness.
But... Eight years have passed, and all my efforts have failed to succeed.
So... that day when he was drunk, I seduced him.
Even he himself doesn't know what happened that day."
