Gu Juan took me to stay in a hotel, and his phone was placed by the bedside.

I naturally picked it up and flipped through it. Checking his phone had become muscle memory for me.

In fact, there was nothing inside, and there wouldn't be.

But I still wanted to look, to ease my mind a bit.

Gu Juan came out after taking a shower and glanced at the phone in my hand, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

"Did you find anything?"

He handed me a glass of red wine.

I held up the phone to him and asked, "Why did you earn money for Zhao Qiqi? 500,000 yuan, why?"

This is a transfer record from half a year ago. I questioned him about it before, and he gave me reasons.

As for what those reasons were, I have already forgotten.

I used to take antidepressants for two years, and they messed up my brain.

Although I stopped taking them many years ago, my memory has been getting worse.

His gaze swept over me, and when it landed on my face, a strong sense of disgust suddenly emerged.

I loosened my grip, and the phone fell onto the bed.

"I get it."

I quickly burrowed into the blanket, turned my back to him, and forced myself to fall asleep, to forget the look he just had.

In the middle of the night, Gu Juan left.

Before leaving, he answered a phone call, whispering and coaxing the other person. Perhaps he didn't coax them well enough, as he hastily put on his clothes and left.

A wave of nausea washed over me, and I rushed into the bathroom and vomited.

I stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror, "When should I tell him that I'm pregnant?"