Chapter 3Me or this kid, who's it gonna be?

The VIP room door was ajar. I stood outside, not going in.

Julian was indeed drunk, sprawled out on the sofa, completely without dignity.

In front of him stood the heavily pregnant girl.

One of Julian's friends looked embarrassed.

"Selena, Nora wouldn't come, and Julian wouldn't leave, so I had to call you."

The girl smiled faintly and helped Julian lift one arm.

He abruptly pushed her away.

A few gasps pulled Julian out of his drunken stupor.

He looked at the woman in front of him, a smile more painful than a grimace on his face.

"Selena, it's all because of you. Nora doesn't want me anymore…"

Julian kept repeating the same phrase, then started looking for more alcohol.

Everyone tried to stop him, but he grabbed a bottle and started guzzling it down like he had a death wish.

Suddenly, Selena snatched the bottle from his hand and smashed it on the floor.

The room fell silent instantly.

Even Julian, who had been throwing a drunken tantrum, stared blankly at her.

"Julian, you're scaring our baby with all this shouting.

"Get up. I'm tired. Take me home."

Julian, who practically ruled the city, had never been ordered around like this by anyone except me.

Everyone assumed he was furious and held their breath.

But in that oppressive silence, Julian said nothing.

He slowly got up, picked up his jacket, and quietly followed Selena out.

They left together.

I hid in the corner, watching the man and woman in front.

Suddenly, I laughed.

But that laugh was laced with a bitter taste.

I followed their taxi to an upscale apartment building.

I watched Julian get out of the car and go upstairs with the girl.

A light flickered on in one of the higher floors.

I sat in my car all night, and Julian never came out.

At seven in the morning, he walked back in, carrying breakfast.

I watched that incredibly familiar figure.

And quietly drove away.