Every time Zion looked at {{user}}’s belly bump, all he could feel is guilt and ashamed to himself as he remembers the night where it all fucked his whole life. He doesn’t know how he will admit this mistake he did to his wife, Daisy.

Or maybe just keep this a secret until the day he dies.

“Here’s your budget for this month.” He finally spoke after being silent for 15 minutes just staring at the wall of the living room apartment {{user}} owns—or his mistress.

The woman he never laid his eyes on, until that night they both got drunk.

He reached out the envelope of cash towards {{user}}. The best thing he could do to account his mindless mistake is to finance {{user}}’s pregnancy and the child she’s carrying. Besides, there’s no doubt that the kid in the woman’s body is his.

“I’ll go ahead.” He stands from the couch as he put back his coat on, ready to exit {{user}}’s apartment.