His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM 2

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March 8th 

That day, I was rushed to the hospital due to threatened miscarriage. 

He stayed by my bedside all night. 

[Little Wild Cat, book a room near the hospital tonight, I’m cannot wait to taste you.] 

[Skip the black stockings, wear the nurse outfit this time–it’s hotter!] 

May 20th 

That day, he took maternity photos with me. 

He even proposed again in front of everyone, saying he wanted to spend 52 anniversaries with me. 

[She was shaking with fat when she cried. Makes me sick.] 

[I’m going on a business trip tomorrow, come keep me company for a few days.] 

[I miss you so much, I want to fuck you to death!] 

September 10th 

That day, I was in the delivery room on Pitocin. 

He cried harder than I did, saying he never wanted me to suffer again. 

[Missing you again, send me some of your pussy videos to tide me over.] 

[Can you come to the hospital bathroom now? I can’t wait to fuck you again.] 

October 6th 

That day was our wedding anniversary. We took family photos. 

He smiled and said we were a happy family of three. 

[You were so wild today, moaning right in front of her.] 

[She has no idea. She’s just sitting there holding the baby, smiling at me like an idiot.] 

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And the most recent message: 

[Let’s try something more exciting tonight!] 

Nausea surged through my stomach. 

I covered my mouth tightly, afraid I might throw up on the spot. 

How could these vulgar messages come from the straight–laced Mark I knew? 

I couldn’t understand. 

I really couldn’t understand. 

He had always been so good to me. 

Home on time timely, handed over his paycheck every month. 

During my pregnancy, he took care of all the housework. 

Every day he massaged my swollen legs without complaint, carefully applied stretch mark oil. 

He even hand–washed my underwear with a smile. 

He treated me like something precious that might break. 

Before every prenatal checkup, he’d be so anxious he couldn’t sleep the night before. 

When I was in labor, he waited outside the delivery room, crying louder than I was. 

Others talk about not getting a full night’s sleep during postpartum recovery, but I slept through every 

night. 

Mark had already arranged everything in advance. 

A top–rated nanny, nutritional meal plans, childcare knowledge. 

He even got up every night to soothe the baby. 

All so I could sleep a little longer. 

Even my best friend said men like him were impossible to find. 

So. How could such a man cheat? 

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But reality slapped me hard across the face. 

Mark was indeed cheating. 

Since my pregnancy. 

I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath. 

No! 

This wasn’t the time for crying. 

Tears wouldn’t solve anything. 

I photoed all those chat messages. 

Then, I replaced the lubricant inside the bottle with Super Glue. 

‘Little Wild Cat‘, right? 

It’s time for me to know who you are.