No More Mrs. Forgotten novel Chapter 9

Hayley didn't respond, or rather, she deliberately chose to ignore his deflection. She simply stared at him, waiting for him to speak again. She was demanding a promise from him—a definitive stance.

Whether he would keep that promise or if his stance was just a superficial platitude didn't matter right now. In this moment, she needed to hear him say it.

Backed into a corner, York finally declared, "Sharon is my wife. I will fulfill my responsibilities."

Only then did Hayley say, "Good."

She turned and resumed walking. York followed close behind, and after two seconds of silence, he asked, "Are you certain?"

"It's my best guess," Hayley replied.

York felt a surge of exasperation. Had Hayley just used that as an excuse to put him in his place?

Still, this was the first time she had ever directly challenged him like this. York's expression darkened.

But then Hayley added, "You two are married. You should know the answer to that better than I do."

York's face grew even grimmer, but he simply replied, "Right."

Neither of them spoke again; the only sound was their footsteps echoing down the corridor. But York's mind was racing.

When could it have happened?

Was it possible?

His thoughts drifted back. A little over a month ago, he and Sharon had indeed... slept together.

Sharon had been like a clingy kitten, melting into his embrace, absolutely refusing to let go.

So... was it that night?

York frowned.

But then he remembered Hayley said it was just a guess. Maybe Sharon really was just sick. If she were truly pregnant, why wouldn't she tell him? Why pick fights with him instead?

Knowing Sharon's personality, if she were actually carrying his child, she'd be shouting it from the rooftops. She'd probably throw a massive banquet to celebrate.

So, it probably wasn't true, right?

York let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Back in the living room, Sharon was growing anxious. She finally stood up, just as the two of them walked back in.

Hayley spoke first. "You two should head home now. Drive safe."

Sharon's pupils shrank in sheer panic. She was completely stunned.

Hayley had guessed it? Were mothers really that sharp?

Sharon opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, York cut her off. "Did you not take the pill last time?"

His eyes were entirely devoid of warmth—filled with suspicion, coldness, and unmistakable displeasure.

That look instantly shattered the 'yes' that had just reached the tip of her tongue.

Sharon yanked her hand back and looked away, unable to stomach the sight of his face. The face she knew so well, the face she loved so deeply, the face that had been carved into her heart for years.

After a long pause, she said coldly, "I took it."

This time, York was the one who fell silent.

But even without looking at him, Sharon could feel the tension drain from his body. It felt like he had just breathed a massive sigh of relief.

And just like that, she knew. He had been bluffing. If Hayley had actually confirmed it, he wouldn't be sitting in the car interrogating her about it.

Sharon let out a bleak, hollow laugh. The husband she loved so desperately absolutely dreaded the thought of her carrying his child!