I have a plan.
It's not a great plan, probably not even a good plan, but it's a plan.
And right now, sitting here staring at my phone with all of Xue Lian's messages glaring back at me, it's the only plan I've got.
Xue Lian wants to play games? Fine.
I can play games too.
He's trying to make me jealous, trying to seduce Bael right in front of me with his cryptic messages and his perfectly timed phone calls and his convenient lunches that just happen to require updates sent directly to my phone.
But here's the thing he seems to have forgotten.
I'm the one who's already married to Bael.
I'm the one who lives in this house, sleeps in this bed, has unlimited access to him every single day.
I'm the one wearing his ring, carrying his child, sitting in his home while Xue Lian is somewhere else sending desperate messages like he's trying to convince himself he still has a chance.
I have the advantage here.
So the solution is simple: don't let Bael get seduced.
