He knows.

My husband knows about my baby.

Hunter fucking knows about Chris.

Dammit.

"It's called mashing the potatoes, not killing them," Robert, my boss, said as he came inside the kitchen. "Calm down."

I stabbed the potatoes one last time before I stormed outside, marching towards Oliver's direction.

"What should I do about this?"

He shrugged. "You already know I was against you hiding the baby from the beginning."

"He wouldn't raise the baby properly."

"And how are you so sure, Miss Dune? " I hated that I was still related to him.

"He cheated on me."

"Give him a second chance. See if he'd raise him good while still being with Aven."

I rolled my eyes.

"Just try."

I shook my head. "Too risky."

"Coward."

I hit him with a spoon. Trust me, he almost cried.