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Fingers waved in front of my face. Two men suddenly appearing made me jump.
Before I could recover, I heard them demand in unison: "Who's the baby's father?"
Feeling the tension crackling between them, I instantly played ostrich.
It was supposed to be a dark and windy night—perfect for romance.
But now, I wanted nothing more than to grab the baby and flee overnight.
Seeing my guilty look, Damien lifted my chin: "Maya, speak. Don't play dead."
I mumbled: "You ask me, but I don't know either."
Instantly, I felt the atmosphere turn colder.
I wanted to cry. I genuinely didn't know!
Timing-wise, either was possible; it depended on whose genes were stronger.
Noticing how quickly they'd arrived, I asked: "How did you find out so fast? Were you spying on me?"
Albert gave a cold laugh: "Spying? We were just worried you might "disappear” without a trace in this back courtyard."
I opened my mouth to retort, then remembered the Male and Female Lead's actions over the past month and fell silent.
I knew this wasn't a joke, but reality.
Moreover, in the original plot, that's exactly how I exited.
I'd thought about divorce to escape the Male and Female Lead, but it wasn't that easy.
To outsiders, Callie was just a concubine. Aren't all men like this?
No one would blame Davis for taking a concubine; they'd only laugh at me for failing to control the concubine or win my husband's favor.
Albert, seeing my low spirits, glared at Damien and soothingly patted my head.
I was just pushing his hand away when a maid's voice came from outside the door: "General, you've come?"
Hearing Davis was here, I looked at the two men in front of me and panicked.
If Davis discovered them, it would be disastrous.
Pulling their arms, I frantically pushed them towards the window: "Quick! Get out of here!"
Damien raised an eyebrow: "Too late. No time."
Footsteps outside grew louder. The next second, Davis pushed the door open and saw me sweating profusely. Displeasure crossed his face,
"I knew it—petty upbringing, no class.. Even entering the Davis household and being steeped in refinement hasn't changed your coarse nature. Don't tell me you don't even know how to serve your husband?"
Serve your husband? The words captured my full attention.
This was the first time Davis had entered my room since the wedding night. I had assumed he came to warn me against bullying his sweetheart.
Who knew he was after my body?
I quickly stepped back. Seeing this, his face darkened, and he grabbed me, dragging me towards the bed.
I struggled fiercely. While I didn't mind a pleasant encounter with a handsome man, Davis was a lunatic I wanted nothing to do with.
No thanks. This lady isn’t that fortunate.
Seeing me resist, he flew into a rage: "Maya, I warn you, don't be ungrateful! Don't you see how many in this estate mock you? Without my favor, who would give you any respect?"
"If it weren't for Callie urging me, do you think I'd be here?? I advise you to be sensible in the future and stop causing trouble for Callie. Otherwise, don't expect me to come even if you beg."
Looking at his haughty expression, a wave of intense disgust washed over me.
So he knew all along.
He knew the disgrace and deep humiliation a woman suffered if the marriage wasn't consummated on the wedding night, yet he chose to do it anyway.
He used this method to humiliate me, treating his so-called favor as a tool to control me.
I suddenly felt grateful the gentle, virtuous woman from the book was gone.
She wouldn't have to endure this nauseating existence.
The current me wanted to applaud, thanking him for providing the opportunity for passionate encounters elsewhere.
Seeing him start to undress me, I kicked him hard off the bed, my revulsion plain on my face: "Get out."
Davis turned red to his ears, his hand trembling as he pointed at me: "You... you savage!"
Then he lunged at me again: "Playing the innocent saint? Once you entered my Davis estate, you belong to me alive or dead!"
The sound of fabric tearing was shockingly loud in the empty room. I grabbed a nearby vase, ready to smash it on his head when he suddenly slumped, unconscious.
