My Husband's Regret After Discovering I'm A Billionaire Inheritor

When Nicola returned home with a beaming smile, I had already packed my bags.

He froze for a moment, then asked, "Sara, what are you packing for?"

I didn't look up.

"I'm going to stay at my parents' for a few days."

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He pulled a watch out of his pocket and gently put it on my wrist, then pulled me into his arms. "I've been so busy at work lately, I even forgot the day you were discharged. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"Mm."

I responded indifferently.

Nicola stared at me, seemingly waiting for me to ask him about it like I used to. But I was quietly packing my things, and his smile slowly faded,.

If it were before, I would have nagged him, demanding an explanation. But now, I just didn't have the energy for it anymore.

I had thought that, at the very least, when I found out about Nicola's affair, I would fall apart and cry.

When I discovered the plane ticket to France, I had been full of excitement, thinking it was a surprise he had planned for me. I thought he had finally learned to show some care and thoughtfulness for the pregnant me. I eagerly planned a trip to France, even packing my bags a day in advance.

But when night came, I didn't hear from Nicola. That sense of disappointment was even worse than discovering his affair-it made me realize that some things couldn't go back to how they were before.

The next day, when the flight to France landed, I finally got a message from Nicola: "There's a sudden business trip arranged by the company, we'll talk later."

It hit me-this trip wasn't for me at all.

He even forgot that today was the day I was discharged from the hospital and the day our daughter turned one month old.

I looked at the travel itinerary on my phone and felt nothing but bitterness.

A notification from my social media popped up, Nicola's "white moonlight" had posted an update.

The location was the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris.

The caption read: "We finally fulfilled our promise at the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris, a kiss shared with my love. After all the ups and downs, I'm so grateful it's still you."

The picture was of them holding hands and kissing.

I let out a cold laugh.

Nicola entered the house and sniffed the air, frowning. "You've used mugwort incense."

Since I found out Nicola didn't like the scent of mugwort, I had stopped using it. Over the years, it had always been me adjusting to his preferences.

But after seeing that photo, I suddenly understood.

Why should I make myself so uncomfortable for someone who doesn't love me?

At that moment, the baby started crying, and I picked her up, heading to the bedroom to feed her.

Nicola hurriedly blocked my way, "Sara, I haven't washed the clothes yet..."

I turned around, puzzled. "If they're not washed,