We looked at each other.
His words gave me the creeps.
He added, without givine me a chance to think.
"On September 6 this year, I saw you again at a dinner where you were not at my table.That night you and your husband Daniel sat on a table with several high-levelof DT Electronic. You drank a glass of white wine and two glasses of red wine, and then you were drunk and were sent to my bed.”
His tone was light, as if he was talking about a matter of other people or it was a very common thing.
He looked at me and continued slowly, "You have a red birthmark the size of your thumb on your right hip. At first glance, it looks like a clove in bud. You were a virgin, so my price was very high."
I closed my eyes. In the mouth of Brooke, I was not a person but a commodity.
If I had a gun in my hand right now, I'd shoot him.
He didn't respect women.
I didn’t say anything, but I was trying to calm my nerves.
I was not a feminist, but I can't stand the idea of selling women as commodities.
I never spoke, and his tone was always so light, so soft, so shallow.
I wanted to slap him.
"I know you still have some doubts, and I can tell you all at once. I took a fancy to you, not simply because I wanted to sleep with you, but because I wanted you to give me a child." He chuckled, "I have been married for three years, but my wife is infertile, so I need a child, so I prefer your genes rather than you."
Shall I say thank you for this compliment?
He gave me the chance to have a baby for him?
I would fight back if it were before.
But now, I didn't even have the strength to speak.
I knew he might be telling the truth.
Because, when I was with Calvin, I forced him to tell me the details of the night I was drunk, he always put it off and said he was drunker than I was that day.
So there were some loopholes between Calvin and me. For example, he was so drunk. Why did Daniel put me to his bed? He didn't even remember who I was.
What's more, he insisted that he didn't admit that he knew Daniel and gave him money, but who paid him a lot of money?
So, the appearance of Brooke perfectly explained all this.
He needed a child, not a mother, so he raised me after he got me pregnant.
But I reacted strongly and wanted to have the abortion. In his helpless state, Calvin appeared.
When he found out that Calvin could calm my mood and let me safely give birth to the baby, he chose to hide.
But now that he discovered that Calvin had decided to marry me, he had to come out.
The knot that I was unable to unlock in my heart finally solved. The logic was so right, presumably this should be the truth.
The pain in my heart was greater than my surprise.
I found I was very sad that the child in my belly was not Calvin’s.
I found that I did mind that my first time was not given Calvin.
Brooke sat opposite me, with his hand resting on the armrest, a discreet ring on his ring finger glinting under the lamplight.
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