"So… do all women behave oddly when they are pregnant?" Joseph asked him, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a sip.
Marissa and Sophie were back after shopping. Marissa headed to the kids' room to tuck them into the bed while Sophie had an online meeting, so she needed Rafael's study room urgently.
Rafael leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the armrest, "You're forgetting one thing, my friend," Rafael had a sad smile on his face, "I wasn't there when she was carrying my babies," the bitter reality always used to bite him in the ass.
"Damn," Rafael muttered, his gaze fixed on the wine in his hand, "I don't even know how she looked when she became my bride."
Every time he remembered how he and Marissa were played by Valerie and Nina, used to give a bitter taste to his tongue.
Joseph leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "It's not your fault, you know? Whatever happened back then wasn't in your control, Rafael."
