Chapter: 1757

Suddenly, something clicked in her mind.

Her face went still as she remembered that one night, Nikolas had come home from the company event, a little tipsy.

Aimee had been lying in bed, absorbed in a romance novel that made her heart race.

When she tried to help Nikolas with the condom, her hands were clumsy. It didn't go on right, and she knew it. But Nikolas, too drunk to notice, didn't seem to care.

It was the only time they skipped protection.