I Understand His Regret, So I Replaced Him Too Chapter 08

I Understand His Regret, So I Replaced Him Too Chapter 08

“Elara!” Sullivan strode over, reaching for me.

But Tristan reacted faster, immediately stepping between us to shield me. “Sir. Watch yourself.”

Sullivan laughed, a sharp sound. “You’re telling me to watch myself? Do you know who I am?”

“It doesn’t matter who you are. What matters is Ms. Vance doesn’t want to talk to you.”

I put a hand on Tristan’s arm. Told him to calm down.

“Fancy meeting you here.” I smiled at Sullivan. “Skipping work for some shopping?”

My eyes drifted to Daphne’s face. Pale. Then down to her stomach.

She put a hand on her belly and took a step back.

To be fair, she was surprisingly discreet for a mistress.

She never showed up where I was. Never pulled stunts on anniversaries or days that mattered

between Sullivan and me.

I remembered the first time I met her. She got on her knees and cried.

“Ms. Vance. I know I’m the one in the wrong. I know I’m a horrible person. I knew he was married

and I still fell for him.”

“But I can’t leave him. I love him so much. I’d rather die.”

“I’m not asking you to forgive me. But I promise… I never beg him to make me his wife. I won’t.”

“You will always be his wife.”

Given how much Sullivan doted on her, I found it hard to believe he’d never wanted to make it

official.

But even now, close to her due date, he hadn’t brought up divorce.

Maybe she was the one holding him back.

Or maybe Sullivan always said she was like me. But in this way, I thought she and Sullivan were the same kind of people.

Experts at playing innocent after doing wrong.

Every hurt they caused was always “unavoidable.”

“She doesn’t look well,” I said to Sullivan. “Shouldn’t you take her to the hospital? Late-term

pregnancy. Don’t want any accidents.”

Sullivan just stared at me.

But Daphne was clutching her belly.

Sweat beading more and more heavily on her forehead, her face draining of color by the second.

Finally, she couldn’t take it. “Sullivan… it hurts…”

He gritted his teeth and shot Tristan one resentful, unwilling glare. Then turned and carried her out.

I pulled out my phone. “Charge it all,” I told the sales associate.