"I'm turning on my computer.""Hold on, I'll send you some screenshots."I opened my computer to look at Wendy's screenshots - Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter posts about Luke and Emily's supposed engagement."Is Luke really that famous?" Why were people abroad so interested in his marriage?I'd hoped Wendy would be too busy with work to notice the Luke and Emily situation, thinking I could keep it from her one day at a time.Since she already knew, I came clean.Wendy replied, "Emily is Mrs. Walker's chosen fiancée for him. Luke doesn't get along with his stepmother - he's too smart to agree to marry Emily.""Maybe Emily is different from Mrs. Walker.""Even if Emily was perfect in every way, Luke wouldn't love her!" Wendy said confidently."The evidence is right in front of us."I wanted to believe in Luke too, but his attitude toward me had shattered my trust."What evidence? If he could switch his feelings so easily, he wouldn't have kept you in his heart all these year
What about me?Was I just another piece in his game..."Should I send these screenshots to Luke?" Wendy mused."He's probably already seen them."Luke was extremely private about his background. Seeing these screenshots would make him uncomfortable, like his secrets were being exposed."You know him better than me. If you say he's seen them, I won't bother!"Wendy teased, "Aren't you curious about what your future mother-in-law is like?""Luke and I are impossible now.""Sweetie...""Wendy, we're just not meant to be."He needs someone on his level as a wife, not someone average like me."Looks like Luke's going to have a hard time winning you back."I stayed silent."Stand your ground, don't forgive him too easily. I'll always be on your side."It was almost eleven. Worried about disturbing my rest, Wendy chatted a bit more before hanging up.I stared at the screenshots, examining them again carefully.Was Luke's birth mother abroad?Would she see the news about his e
Last night at ten o'clock, when I was getting ready to go to sleep, I got a call from an unknown number in our city.The voice on the line, clear and pleasant, asked, "Are you Jen Middleton?"I didn't hesitate and said, "Yes, that's me. Who's this?"Instead of answering, the woman laughed and said, "Your husband is so wild in bed"I was completely confused and was about to ask who she was and how she knew anything about my husband, but the call was abruptly cut off, leaving a dial tone.At first, I thought it was just a prank and didn't think much of it.But as soon as I hung up the phone, a troubling thought crossed my mind: if it was just a prank, how did the caller know my name so accurately?Lost in my thoughts, I received a video through text from the same unknown number, followed by a message."Don't believe it? Take a close look at the true colors of your husband, Max Jennings."Even the mention of my husband’s name ‘Max Jennings' was alarmingly accurate.A few seconds
It took every ounce of courage I had to tremulously tap open the second video clip.In the video, Max was shown bathing in a transparent glass shower, and two used condoms were lying on the carpet.The mistress purposefully zoomed in and asked Max in the video, "Max, you're so naughty, lying to your wife about being busy with work out of town.""How else would I find time to be with you?" he replied."Isn't she about to give birth? Shouldn't you be there for her?"Max responded nonchalantly, "What's so special about a woman giving birth? If I were there, would it make her suffer any less?""You bad boy! Is it because your wife is pregnant and it's inconvenient that you can't bear to touch her, and now you're so horny? Tonight, I almost broke under you.""Do you think she tastes as good as you?" Max scoffed dismissively, "Even if she wasn't pregnant, I would be too lazy to touch her.""Liar, if you're too lazy to touch her, how did she get pregnant? Could it be that the child in
Max, who was two years ahead of me in college, caught my eye during freshman orientation and it was love at first sight.Clad in a white shirt and black casual pants, Max stood tall at six feet, boasting a lean and beautiful physique reminiscent of a masterpiece crafted by skilled sculptors. Emerging from beneath the lush camphor trees along the campus path, he waved and smiled, with the bright sunlight casting a dappled glow upon him, his eyes sparkling.It was impossible not to be captivated.Once we began dating, I learned that Max was enrolled in the Business School, while I pursued studies in the School of Foreign Languages. On the day we met, he mistook me for a Business School freshman and kindly carried my luggage all the way to my dorm.It was only upon reaching the entrance to my dorm building that he realized I belonged to a different department. However, driven by his love at first sight, he boldly continued with his mistake.He confessed to me that from the moment he
I sat against the headboard of the bed, tears streaming down my face all through the night.I didn't know how to address this unhappy marriage.A cheating husband is like finding a crumpled bill in a ditch—keeping it is distasteful, but throwing it away feels wasteful.If it weren't for the baby on the way, I would easily choose to divorce Max. I, Jen, am not one to hold onto what isn't worth keeping. If it starts well, it should end well too!But with a little one about to enter the world... what should I do?Perhaps sensing my turmoil, the baby kicked against my belly repeatedly, as if trying to calm my emotions.With each kick, my agitation only grew, tears flowing incessantly like a broken faucet.Divorce, then abortion? That's not an option.I believe any mother, after feeling the baby's movements, couldn't bear the thought of parting with them.So, should I divorce and raise the child alone?In today's world, single mothers are common, and women can raise children on th
At that moment, I instinctively held my breath and squeezed my legs together, but the amniotic fluid kept flowing uncontrollably. It was leaking from my nightgown and my mother-in-law didn't seem concerned. Instead, she grumbled, "What's there to cry for when you're in labor? Don't you know crying brings bad luck?"I felt abandoned by both my mother-in-law and likely Max, who was probably cosying up with his mistress in some hotel. I took a deep breath to calm myself and carefully moved to the head of the bed. I elevated my legs as much as possible to slow down the flow of fluid. Then, I reached for my phone on the bedside table with the intention to call 911 for an ambulance.But before I could dial, my mother-in-law snatched the phone away and ended the call. She pocketed the phone, glaring fiercely at me. "You think calling 911 is free, you wasteful woman?"During my pregnancy, I often came across news stories about women whose water broke but didn't go to the hospital in time, l
When I regained consciousness, Max sat beside me, dozing off while holding my hand.Thoughts of those repulsive videos sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly withdrew my hand, repulsed by the touch that once brought comfort.He awoke, pleasantly surprised. "Darling, you're awake!"The term "darling" made me nauseous, as if I had swallowed a swarm of bugs wriggling in my throat. But I lacked the energy to argue with him at that moment.I asked directly, "Where is the baby?"In his usual gentle tone, Max replied, "The baby is in the incubator, sweetheart. You just had surgery, so you need to stay put. Let's wait a couple of days before you see the baby."I refused, standing my ground. "Max, I want to see my child now."However, just as I spoke, the doctor arrived and informed me that I couldn't leave the bed yet. Reluctantly, I agreed.Yet, as three or four days elapsed, Max continued to find excuses to keep me away from the baby. He claimed the baby was in the neonatal intensive