Chapter 15. A Dildo

Piper’s POV

“What’s the problem? Are you okay? If you can’t tell me, it’s okay. I understand. Some things are just personal,” I said.

“Ah, it’s not like that. It’s just that I’m not sure if the woman that night was Megan. That’s why I asked you about perfume and shampoo. Because I clearly remember the fragrance of that woman’s perfume and hair. The scent was like yours and you’re right, hundreds or even thousands of women probably wear the same perfume and shampoo as you. It’s just that I’m very curious about her and if I’m right, then how did our child end up in Megan’s hands?” he asked with a deep sigh.

“Oh, what a coincidence. We have the same experience.”

“Oh yes. Will you tell me?” he asked. Not long after, two servers arrived while delivering the food and drinks we ordered.

“Hmm, sorry, the story is too painful for me, so I guess I’m not ready to tell it to you. I hope you understand,” I pleaded, sipping the mineral water.

“Oh okay,”