Vasectomy Betrayal: She’s Out with Nothing Chapter 2

I didn’t even need to listen closely to know what was happening on the other end of the line.

The fire in my chest roared hotter. I opened my mouth to confront her.

But the words died on my lips. I couldn’t show my hand yet. They had been planning this for years; a direct confrontation would only hurt me.

I clenched my jaw, forcing the inferno inside me down.

“It’s done over here. Don’t worry about it.”

Sophie’s voice instantly brightened, filled with unconcealed joy.

“I knew you loved me most, honey. I’ll be sure to reward you properly when you get home.”

Then, in a hurry, she hung up.

With the rage forcibly suppressed, I drove home.

As I pushed open the door, I heard the cheerful chatter of my son and daughter from the living room. They were laughing about something, full of life.

They heard the door and turned, calling out in unison, “Daddy!”

But when they saw it was me standing in the doorway, their smiles vanished. Their lips pressed into thin lines, their eyes filled with disappointment. They didn’t even move toward me. They just turned back to each other and started whispering, as if I were a complete stranger.

The sight sent a familiar, sharp pain through my heart.

It had always been like this. No matter how hard I tried to be a good father, my efforts were met with emotional indifference.

But whenever Marcus was around, even if he did nothing at all, the children would flock to him.

I had felt lost because of it, even jealous, but Sophie always comforted me, saying that kids were just like that with their fathers when they were young, and they’d grow out of it.

Thinking back on it now, I let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh.

How could I have been so stupid? The signs were all there, but I had been deceiving myself, refusing to look closer.

Normally, even with their coldness, I would have walked over with a smile, pulling out the gifts I’d bought to win them over. I could never bring myself to scold them, even when they threw tantrums.

But now, I didn’t even look at them. I ignored their reaction completely, changed my shoes, and sat down on the living room sofa.

A few moments later, the bedroom door opened, and Sophie walked out.

Her hair was still damp against her neck, and a complex scent clung to her.

I knew exactly what had happened here while I was at the hospital.

She saw me and immediately smiled, turning to the nanny.

“Mrs. Davis, could you take the children down to the garden to play for a while? Make sure they’re safe.”

The nanny nodded and led the reluctant children out the door. The living room fell silent.

Sophie walked over to me, leaning in close, her warm breath brushing against my ear.

“Honey, I have a surprise for you. Come to the bedroom with me?”

I glanced up at her, silent for a few seconds, then stood and followed her into the bedroom.

The moment we were inside, Sophie untied her robe.

It fell to the floor, revealing the bunny costume from the photo. The tight outfit clung to her curves, and the peach blossom on her shoulder seemed to mock me. It was a sight that once would have sent a thrill through me.

But today, my stomach churned. A wave of intense nausea washed over me, and I frowned.

“I just had surgery. It’s not a good time.”

I spoke coolly.

Sophie’s smile froze for an instant, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. But she quickly composed herself, putting on a caring facade as she approached me.

When I didn’t move, she didn't get angry. She just cooed softly.

“It’s okay. I know you might be uncomfortable right after the procedure, but you can just bear with it.”

“Didn’t the doctor say it wouldn’t affect anything? I want you right now…”