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Sophie glanced at me and nodded firmly.

Then she began to explain: "For my sake, Dylan has remained unmarried at thirty. But he's about to die, so I should fulfill his final wish, shouldn't I?"

As she spoke, Sophie's cheeks flushed slightly, as if the upcoming topic embarrassed her.

She said: "For my sake, Dylan has remained a virgin and has never been with a woman. So I've decided to have his child."

Seeing my face stiffen, Sophie quickly added: "Dylan and I have discussed it. After the child is born, we'll give it your last name. That should be fine, right?"

I stared at her in disbelief and shot to my feet: "Sophie, what the hell are you talking about? You want to have Dylan's child and then expect me to raise it? I don't agree, and I won't accept this! I put up with you taking care of Dylan before. Now you're flat-out telling me you're going to cheat? Sophie, what the hell is going through your head?"

My anger reached its peak instantly, and I completely lost my composure.

All these years, because I loved Sophie, I could tolerate her keeping Dylan in her heart, even accept her caring for Dylan. But Sophie's words just now felt like a slap across my facepainful and humiliating.

Sophie froze, apparently not expecting such a strong reaction from me, who had always been compliant.

Coming to her senses, she said unhappily: "What's wrong with you? Charlie, I'm not asking for your opinionI'm informing you."

After saying this, Sophie frowned at my flushed face, showing clear displeasure.

She continued: "Besides, even though I married you, my womb is still mine. If I want to have someone's child, do I need your permission? And if you hadn't insisted on marrying me back then, Dylan and I would have been together long ago. You're just a selfish person."

After saying this, Sophie looked at me with pure resentment in her eyes.

I suddenly lost all strength to argue or question her.

Because I never imagined Sophie would blame me for her separation from Dylan.

Back then, Sophie had been humiliated and compromising photos of her were taken. When Dylan found out, he left the city.

Her parents, Albie Anderson and Phoebe Anderson, had been educators their whole lives. Unable to accept this blow, they both fell ill.

That's when I, who had secretly loved Sophie for years, stepped forward. Yes, I admit I took advantage of the situation.

But I had no other choice. From the moment I first saw Sophie at school, I knew she was the one. Everyone knew she was dating Dylan then, and I couldn't bring myself to steal another man's girlfriend.

Now Dylan was gone, and Sophie was in trouble. How could I not help her when I loved her?

During Sophie's two years of depression, I stayed by her side constantly. Perhaps my sincerity moved her, or maybe she had completely given up on Dylan.

Two years later, Sophie asked me to marry her. I thought my devotion had finally paid off.

After marriage, I continued to care for her attentively, never daring to slack off, afraid her depression might return.

But now, six years later, Sophie believed that all the regrets between her and Dylan were my fault.

What a joke.

With one sentence, she had erased all my devotion and sincerity.

I nearly roared: "Sophie, what am I to you exactly? Just some disposable ATM?"

Anger made my eyes bloodshot and my mouth twitch, unable to form complete sentences.

I couldn't understand how Sophie could treat me this way. We'd been married for six yearsdidn't she have any conscience at all?

But Sophie said to me: "Charlie, is it really necessary to react this strongly?" She glanced at me with pure disgust in her eyes.

Then she added: "Whatever. Regardless of your attitude, I'm definitely having Dylan's child."

Just as I was about to say something more, Sophie's phone suddenly rang. The ringtone was distinctiveI instantly knew it was Dylan calling.

Through the phone, Dylan's voice came through faintly.

He said: "Sophie, my stomach is hurting again. I really want to see you. Can you come over?"

Dylan's voice sounded very weak. I watched Sophie's eyes fill with heartache and worry.

She had never looked at me that way.

I instinctively grabbed Sophie's hand: "Sophie, I don't want you to go. You're my wife."

Sophie shook off my hand, irritation flashing across her face.

She said: "Charlie, can you please stop making a scene? Dylan is sick and really needs me right now. Even if you're jealous, you need to consider the timing. Is this really appropriate? Stop being unreasonableDylan's body can't wait much longer."

As she said this, Sophie frowned deeply, as if everything really was just me causing trouble.

My heart felt like it was shattering with pain.