Chapter 12

I had secretly looked it up before-after more than ten years of a vasectomy, the possibility of reversal is almost negligible.

For someone like Zhou Heng, who had the procedure for over a decade, it was practically zero.

I breathed a sigh of relief, even asked the secretary to prepare the documents in advance, planning to apply for adoption at an orphanage.

How naive, how laughable.

While I was carefully planning for a fulfilling future,

my other half had long ago quietly undergone another surgery.

He had even found a young, fertile, new womb.

And here I was, still treasuring those discarded memories he had trampled on without a care.

Now, is my inability to have children his legitimate excuse for finding a mistress?

Zhu Wanwan clung to Zhou Heng, begging him to stay. This time, he didn’t refuse.

He shielded her, kissed her, and in just a few short steps, their lips never parted.

I wiped away my tears.

I’d seen enough.

Watching as they were about to give in to their madness in the secluded corner by the fountain,

I pushed open the door and got out, walking over step by step.

Amidst Zhu Wanwan’s increasingly feverish moans,

I raised my voice and shouted-

“Zhou Heng!”