Infidelity
Chapter 37: Recording Evidence of Infidelity
(Olivia’s POV)
I had already restored the surveillance footage to its original state and turned to look at Theodore.
He stood in the doorway, his face filled with concern. But something cold settled in my chest.
I hadn’t driven here. My phone was turned off. Yet Theodore had found me so quickly.
Even if the infirmary security had notified him, he couldn’t have arrived this fast. The sanctuary was at least twenty
minutes away.
A chilling thought crossed my mind. Could there be some kind of tracking device implanted in my body?
I remembered discussing with Matthew how advanced technology had made chips so small they could be implanted under the skin. They worked like pacemakers without affecting normal life while remaining undetectable to the person.
Matthew had mentioned that some places were already conducting such inhumane experiments. The thought made my
blood run cold.
When Theodore approached to help me, claiming he would accompany me, his phone rang.
After glancing at it, he told me, “Livvy, the pack needs me.”
His expression was calm as water. I simply hummed in acknowledgment and left.
I quickly stood up and watched his figure through the c***k in the door.
However, instead of taking the call, Theodore hung up. He made his way around the corridor to the obstetrics and gynecology healer’s office.
Upon seeing him, the healer tactfully left the room.
(Clara’s POV)
I immediately began crying and grabbed Theodore’s hand.
“Theodore, I’m sorry for disturbing you,” I sobbed. “Hearing Olivia’s refusal to foster Rosalie made me emotionally unstable. My stomach hurts so much.”
I apologized through my tears. “I have no relatives here. I had no choice but to call you.”
I was most skilled at retreating to advance. Theodore was most susceptible to my understanding and obedient act.
His warm hand fell on my small belly, gently rubbing it. “Do you feel better now?”
I blushed with joy, shyly saying, “Much better.”
After a moment of sweetness, my expression turned sorrowful again.
“If Rosalie can’t become a legitimate daughter of the Redgrave family, then the pup in my belly has even less hope,” I
lamented.
I placed my hand over my heart dramatically. “I don’t want the pup to bear the stigma of being illegitimate.”
“I won’t have this pup,” I declared. “I won’t let Rosalie suffer in the sanctuary either.”
I looked up at him with tear–filled eyes. “I’ll take Rosalie away from Stonehaven City to some remote territory where no one
knows us. I’ll be content as long as you can visit us occasionally.”
Theodore cupped my delicate face, gently wiping away my tears with his thumb.
“Little fool,” he said softly. “Rosalie is my most precious pup. I would never let her wander outside facing criticism.”
His voice was firm. “And I forbid you from aborting the pup. It would damage your body.”
He stroked my cheek tenderly. “I’ve already arranged for internationally renowned healers to ensure your safe delivery.”
I buried my face in Theodore’s embrace, feeling his tenderness. “You’re so good to me and the pups.”
Theodore, usually cold as ice, became particularly gentle during my pregnancy. As the Alpha of the Crimson Pack, seeing other powerful packs with abundant heirs, he must be worried.
My ability to bear pups could solve his urgent problem. Naturally, this earned his favor.
During this period, no matter how willful I became, he would unconditionally compromise.
“How can I make Olivia agree to foster Rosalie?” I asked sweetly.
Theodore’s eyes gleamed. “Rosalie’s birth date is the death anniversary of my and Olivia’s daughter.”
He continued, “Olivia has always wanted another pup. She believes their departed daughter would return to find her mother.”
His smile was calculating. “I even created a plum blossom birthmark on Rosalie’s neck, identical to the one their lost daughter had.”
Overcome with gratitude, I stood on my tiptoes. I wrapped my arms around Theodore’s neck and kissed the corner of his mouth.
My eyes held pure shyness and adoration, and I knew he loved that look. I pulled open my clothes to reveal the camisole underneath. Pregnancy had made my body soft, and I pressed close against Theodore’s firm chest, perfectly arousing his desire.
“Darling, I wonder if this pregnancy will make my breasts go up another cup size?” I whispered in his ear.
(Olivia’s POV)
I had been standing outside for a long time. Long enough for my feet to take root in the ground.
I watched as Theodore lifted Clara into his arms and carried her into the examination room behind a blue curtain.
He placed Clara on the gynecological examination chair. Her legs were positioned on the stirrups.
She shyly whispered, “The door isn’t closed.”
“Why didn’t you think about the door being unlocked when you were seducing me just now?”
“It’s more exciting that way.”
The ambiguous atmosphere, soft whispers, and the creaking sounds of the examination chair crashed over my heart like
waves.
Dr. Aris Lowell approached, frowning at the sounds from the examination room. She handed me a report with disgust. “This is the analysis of the white pill you gave me earlier, along with blood test results.”
My heart seized with sudden pain as I read. “He switched my moonlight herbs!”
I clutched my aching heart. Since giving birth to Leo, he had been feeding me contraceptive herbs disguised as healing supplements.
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No wonder when I became pregnant with my daughter, he had found an excuse to stop the herbs. Then he convinced me to resume them after losing the pup.
Aris supported me, explaining, “While contraceptive herbs aren’t toxic, long–term use can affect the body.”
Her voice was gentle but firm. “Your miscarriage was indeed caused by falling down the stairs. But the pup’s poor nutrition and the uterine environment prone to miscarriage from long–term herb use were contributing factors.”
“Though not a direct cause, it was an indirect factor.”
Remembering my pup slowly losing warmth in my arms, not even making it to the healing chambers, my heart ached terribly. Tears streamed down my face.
The two people lost in desire hadn’t noticed our quiet conversation. Clara’s moans grew louder.
I pushed Aris away and walked into the office. I was so heartbroken and weak I seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
But I wouldn’t fall. I had to fight for my absent daughter’s sake.
Taking out my phone, I prepared to record evidence of his infidelity to end things with him completely.
I lifted the blue curtain.
