Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

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Chapter 1301

Krystal's belly was still flat like Molly’s. However, Krystal's sleeping hours and appetite increased

tremendously.

On a side note, her metabolism rendered her the type to gain weight easily. Before this, she managed

to stay fit because of regular exercise.

Now, after over a month of lack of control in her diet, she had gained a lot of pounds.

Fortunately, her tall stature complemented her size, and so she merely appeared fitter.

She wasn’t that much of a beauty to begin with. Now that she had gained a few pounds, she became

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Although Yale didn't care about looks that much, the more he looked at her face, the more repulsive it

was to him.

"Yale, you're finally here. It's been days since you last came to visit me."

Krystal stuck to Yale as soon as she saw him, giving him a layer of goosebumps.

Holding in the urge to puke, he wore a smile. "I'm here now. I'm kinda busy these days. Behave and

stay at home.

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"Once I finish my work, I'll take you to the hospital for a prenatal checkup."

She hugged her belly, which appeared to be bigger from all the eating." Look at my belly. Isn’t it bigger?

Our son is healthy."

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At that time, her gestational sac stretched at only 0.5 inches, which wasn't big enough to make her

belly grow.

It was merely her tummy, and the sheer sight of it made Yale lose his appetite.

Even before this, when Krystal was in her prime, he could have sex with her without the lights on.

The trick was to think of her as Molly.

Krystal pulled his hand to her belly. Never once had he touched her since she got pregnant.

Every time, he refused to touch her with the excuse of her pregnancy. Not only did they lack sex life, he

didn't even touch her.

Uneasiness grew in her when Yale withdrew his hand.

"Krystal, I still have to leave for work. I'll see you after work."

She threw a tantrum, insisting on him having breakfast with her first before anything.

Knowing her vile temper very well, he was left with no choice but to stay for breakfast with her.

Little did he know, someone emerged after he left.

It was Lisa who volunteered to come over and look after Krystal a few days ago.

"Did you get it, Lisa?" "Got it." Lisa showed the memory card in her hand. It was from a dash cam.

A few days ago, Lisa sensed something off about Yale. Krystal had also claimed that he hadn't touched

her.

A healthy man not having sex for over a month? That was odd.

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As someone who had been through something similar, Lisa told Krystal the cruel reality.

Some men might behave in front of their wives, but they would look for another woman while the wives

were pregnant.

Yale's recent change in attitude prompted Krystal to take Lisa's piece of advice.

Krystal had secretly checked Yale's phone and found nothing out of the ordinary.

The only thing left unchecked was the dash cam in his car, which shed light on Yale's questionable

behavior; he stayed in a villa in the suburbs most of the time this month.

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It took at least an hour to commute from there. Why would the busy man choose such a far place?

"Lisa, something's off." "Told you. Men are unreliable. His mistress could be there."

Krystal threw the grapes in her hands away, on the verge of crying.

"No way. I don't believe this. Yale chased me for a long time. He has liked me for years. Why would he

betray me?" "Sexual desire and love are two different matters to men, Ms. Heath.

Otherwise, why would so many men be reluctant to divorce although they have a mistress?"

Krystal grabbed Lisa's hand. "Lisa, you watched me grow up. Tell me, what should I do?" "Calm down.

Let me call over more bodyguards. We'll visit the place and find out who that woman is." "Okay. I'll do

as you say."

Lisa sold the idea of taking Krystal out for shopping to Yale's men. Then, the women rushed to the villa

in the suburbs with two cars of bodyguards.

Clutching her shirt, Krystal prayed.

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"I'm sure there's no woman in that house. Yale would never lie to me." Yet, the more she thought about

it, the more nervous she became.

The doorbell rang, and Florence's voice could be heard. "Who is it?"

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