Gillian Jordan had just gotten her pregnancy test results when she saw the news of York Foster proposing to his new flame.
The screen was incredibly lively, the atmosphere ignited by a sky full of fireworks as the crowd pushed the couple together.
The man wrapped his arm protectively around the girl, who gently cradled her lower stomach.
"Today is my birthday. Is there anything you want to say to me?" the girl coaxed playfully.
"Seeing you makes everyone else feel like a compromise."
"Then I have a secret to tell you too..."
The crowd erupted into cheers.
The girl smiled with pure satisfaction, while her husband stared at her, his eyes overflowing with adoration.
She was messing around, and he was laughing.
In their five years of marriage, Gillian had never seen this gentle side of him; the scene she had always dreamed of was now playing out right in front of her eyes.
Suddenly, she felt freezing cold, shivering so hard her teeth chattered.
The elaborate dinner she had spent half the day preparing now felt like an absolute joke.
Guessing that the man wouldn't be coming home, she packed up the cold food, deciding to feed it to a stray dog the next day.
Around three in the morning, the man who should have been sharing a sweet night with his young girlfriend returned.
Gillian recognized his footsteps in the pitch-black room; without turning on the lights, she felt the mattress dip slightly.
The man hugged her from behind, bringing with him the sharp scent of alcohol. "I missed you..."
The rain hammered noisily outside, making his voice sound hazy and hoarse; she couldn't quite catch the last word he muttered.
He peppered kisses along her earlobe and neck, his hot breath sending a suffocating wave of tingling heat through her—he was deeply affectionate, incredibly gentle.
Over the past five years, the only harmony they shared was in bed, so she knew exactly what he wanted right now.
But the thought that his arms had just been wrapped around another woman made her grit her teeth, and she tried to push York away.
He gripped her waist tightly, his eyes and body radiating desire. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, his drunken voice rasped, "Wife, you care about me, don't you?"
Boom—a flash of lightning tore through the sky outside, illuminating Gillian's deathly pale face for a split second.
He never called her that.
He had mistaken her for someone else, treating her like his newly revealed young girlfriend, Hailey Sinclair.
Gillian reached out and flicked on the bedroom switch, flooding the room with light.
"Look closely. I'm not Hailey. If you want to act crazy, go find her."

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