No One But You

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.

I was really a surrogate mother.

I raised my head, but the corners of my mouth still kept a cold smile.

Although my heart has been routed, the frame must be built up. I could not lose my momentum.

"Is the child yours?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Do you really want this child?"

He said nothing.

I smiled brighty, "Even if it is an induce labor, I will get rid of it!"

I would rather not have a child born by design.

He was brought into the world with a purpose.

"I knew it would happen to you." He was not surprised or even angry at my decision, "The child is in your belly. The autonomy is yours. You can choose to let him live or die, but I dare to say if you abort him, you will regret for the rest of your life."

There was always a light blue and cold light in his eyes, and whenever he stared at me intently, I felt my blood forgetting to flow in my veins, cooling and freezing little by little.

I got up from the sofa, lost my footing and nearly fell down.

It hit me harder than I had expected.

I staggered to the door and took hold of the cold doorknob.

Behind my back Brooke's voice sounded coolly, "Josephine, you are a wise man, you won't do some meaningless struggle and emotional things."

I opened the door. I had never been so passive in my life. For the first half of my life, I made my own decisions.

Even if the abyss lay ahead, I didn't need Brooke to tell me where to go.

"Josephine." His voice rang out again, "Do you think Calvin really wants to marry you so he refused marrying Sophie? Yes, he doesn't want to marry Sophie, but he definitely doesn't want to marry you. You're just cannon fodder. Think about it, if he is good to know, how could he have brought you here to put you at risk, knowing well about our family?"

"To sow dissension?" I snorted, "The drama between the brothers broad my vision."

"Come here, I show you a picture, this woman is in the heart of Calvin."

He put something on the coffee table, but I didn't turn around. I just heard voices.

Indeed, what he had just said had put a ghost in my heart.

It was the ghost of desire, actually I turned around and looked at the tea table.

There was a photo on the coffee table. I can hardly see the paper photos any more. Most of them were in the beauty camera.

Brooke sat at the end of the tea table, looking at me indifferently.

The ghost of desire in my heart got the better of me, so I walked over and picked up the picture on the coffee table.

In the picture there was a young girl, not particularly beautiful but impressive.

She had style was definitely not one of those cookie-cutter skins.

The first time I saw her, I thought she was Calvin's cup of tea.

"Her name is Bonnie. She is Calvin's classmate in middle and high school. Calvin loves her very much, very much."

Brooke used two very, wanting to emphasize Calvin's love to her. I held that photo and did not put it down for a long time. Brooke said, "You can keep that photo if you want to."[