"I don't mind," Theron said naturally.

He instructed Betty, "Prepare a guest room for her."

Betty nodded and left.

My chest tightened with anger―I couldn't believe Theron let Vanessa stay in our marital home so easily.

Theron walked past Vanessa to the living room, asking caringly, “Want something to eat? You must be hungry after coming so far.”

Vanessa walked toward him with a smile. "I'm not hungry, just can't sleep right now. Let's talk for a while."

Vanessa sat close to Theron.

Theron poured her a glass of water, but before he could say anything else, he turned and saw me standing by the stairs.

I stared openly at the two in the living room, not at all embarrassed about being caught.

I hated this woman―she was clearly trying to steal my husband. I couldn't just sit back and watch. There's no way I’d let her snatch my man right in front of me.

Barefoot, I walked down the stairs step by step.

I was wearing a thin strappy nightgown―Theron's favorite one on me. It showed just enough skin that, whenever I wore it, Theron couldn't resist holding and kissing me.

Sure enough, Theron watched me intently as I walked toward them. He suddenly frowned, saying disapprovingly, "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

I ignored him, walking toward him while trying to contain my anger.

Vanessa stared at me too, with clear hatred on her face, probably thinking I was trying to seduce Theron.

Standing next to him, I pretended to be pitiful and deliberately fell into his arms, "Honey, I don't feel well."

Right in front of Vanessa, I sat on his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and deliberately kissed his lips.

Theron tried to pull me away, but seeing I was barefoot, he ended up just holding me and said to Vanessa, "She's still a bit immature, please don't mind her."

Then he carried me to the shoe cabinet to get my shoes.

Theron always said I was young and needed to be taken care of, so he liked carrying me.

I hung onto him, resting my chin on his shoulder and shooting challenging looks at Vanessa, who sat on the couch looking both embarrassed and full of jealousy.

I could see the humiliation clearly written on her face.

Theron took the shoes from the cabinet, put them on my feet, and said, "Go back to bed and stop causing trouble."

I pretended not to hear, holding tight to his neck, "I can't sleep, I just want to hold you." Then I bit his Adam's apple lightly, making him let out a soft gasp.

"I need to talk with Vanessa," Theron tried to pry my hands loose.

"No." When he pulled, I pretended to cry like a spoiled child, whispering in his ear, "Theron, I won't interrupt, just hold me while you talk with her, okay?"

"That's not appropriate."

"Why not? I'm your wife."

Theron was at a loss―I knew he couldn't resist when I acted cute with him. He had no choice but to carry me back to the living room.

Seeing as he didn't push me away, I pretended to fall asleep on his shoulder.

I secretly peeked at Vanessa―her eyes were full of hatred.

Theron said to her, "Vanessa, why don't you go rest first? We can talk tomorrow. This little one's been having a cold lately and needs me close."

Vanessa looked at me angrily.

Finally, she hid all her anger and continued acting graciously, saying gently, "Alright, I'll go rest. But Theo, since we're going to be husband and wife in the future, I hope you won't be so intimate with her in front of me anymore." She showed some anger as she followed Betty upstairs.

Still lying on Theron's shoulder, I glared at Vanessa's back, grinding my teeth.

But her words about "becoming husband and wife in the future" still stabbed deep into my heart.

I angrily got off Theron's lap and plopped down on the couch.

Theron stood in front of me, looking exasperated, "Aura, don't do this again."

I met his gaze, my eyes reddening as I shot back, "What did I do wrong? You're my husband, and she's the homewrecker, and..."

"Don’t call her that," Theron cut me off, sitting down next to me with a stern face. "I owe Vanessa too much. The position of Mrs. Wilson was promised to her long ago."

I couldn't believe Theron would say such a thing. In disbelief, I asked, "So, you're saying she's not the homewrecker? Are you implying that I'm the other woman?"

Theron’s lips tightened in silence.

I remembered the half-finished divorce papers I'd accidentally seen in his study this morning.

So that's why Theron never thought there was anything wrong with bringing Vanessa home. He was already drafting divorce papers, and even considered me, his wife, as the one who came between him and Vanessa.

Before coming downstairs, I'd specifically brought my pregnancy test results. I thought even if I couldn't win against Vanessa, I'd at least be straightforward and tell him I was pregnant.

I stared at the silent Theron, clutching the test results in my hand while covering my stomach with the other. Suddenly, I couldn't control myself any longer and shouted, "Did you know I'm already preg…"

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