One Year After Marriage, I Got Pregnant My husband treated me like a princess. My in-laws even called me the Sanders family’s greatest contributor. I always thought I was lucky to have met such a kind family. Until an accident made me realize it was all a scam. Ever since I got pregnant, I’ve been sleeping a lot. Out of 24 hours a day, I could sleep for over 10 hours. I guess I drank too much water during the day, so I woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom. But when I turned on the light, I found that Lucas, who should have been sleeping in bed, wasn’t there. I tried calling out a few times, but there was no response in the room. I checked my phone and saw it was already past 1 AM. Where could Lucas have gone? Although it was strange, I didn’t think too much of it. After using the bathroom, I was ready to lie back down and continue sleeping. But because Lucas hadn’t returned, I felt uneasy and couldn’t sleep soundly. Later in the night, as I was drifting off, I suddenly felt the bed sink down on one side. At the same time, a sweet peach scent wafted around my nose. I instantly became alert, my heart skipping a beat. I had often read online that when wives are pregnant, it’s the peak time for husbands to cheat. Because wives can’t have sex during pregnancy, many men will seek it elsewhere. Could it be that Lucas went out to cheat? But then I thought, that can’t be right. Lucas isn’t a man who places great importance on sex. Even after we got married, our frequency wasn’t high. Or could it be something else? But how to explain the perfume smell on him? As I pondered these thoughts, I slowly drifted back to sleep, unable to resist my drowsiness. The next morning when I woke up, I asked Lucas why I didn’t see him when I woke up in the night. Lucas hesitated for a moment, then told me that a colleague urgently needed a document, so he went to deliver it overnight. Although Lucas’s explanation seemed fine, I still felt uneasy. So I started paying closer attention and noticed that Lucas had indeed been acting strange lately. For example, he’d been coming home later and later, and spending more and more time in the bathroom each time he returned. Although people say the bathroom is a man’s second home, he was spending an excessive amount of time in there. Most importantly, whenever I approached him, Lucas would quickly switch screens on his phone. Considering what happened before, I felt certain something fishy was going on. So, one time when Lucas went to shower without his phone, I secretly checked it, but found nothing. Could I have misunderstood him? But I still felt something was off, until one day Lucas told me he had to work overtime. When he came back, I smelled that peach scent on him again. It was faint, as if he had washed it off, but my sense of smell has always been sensitive, so I still detected it. This time I caught an opportunity, because he was still logged into WhatsApp on his computer. I clearly saw a pinned chat with someone named “Don’t Eat Bunny”. There were two messages. The first was from “Don’t Eat Bunny” saying: “I feel like I’m going crazy.” Lucas replied: “Hang in there a little longer, I’ll come see you after I get off work.” Just as I was about to scroll up to read more of the chat history, WhatsApp suddenly went offline. I knew Lucas must have done something on his phone. He’s always been cautious. This slip-up was probably because I’m in my third trimester and worried about computer radiation, so I never touch it. He must have forgotten to be wary of me. My mind was in chaos. Was Lucas cheating? Realizing this, tears suddenly fell from my eyes. I couldn’t describe how I felt, just a sour and bitter feeling, my heart aching terribly. This wasn’t the first time I’d encountered something like this. Ten years ago, my mother had faced the same situation. At that time, my dad had fallen for another woman outside and was determined to divorce my mom. My mom didn’t agree, so he just moved out to live elsewhere. In the end, the whole family was in turmoil. Later, when my mom really had no other choice, she agreed to the divorce. She only asked for my custody and made no other demands. When my dad found out, he was more than happy to agree. In the years since the divorce, my mom and I have relied on each other. Now I had finally gotten married, gotten pregnant, and my in-laws were good to me. I thought I would be one of the lucky ones, but it turned out to be all for nothing. Thinking back on how good Lucas had been to me, was it all fake?
I cried for an entire day, my eyes swollen like walnuts. When Lucas came home, this was the scene he saw. He froze for a moment and asked, “Honey, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” I pointed at the TV and said, “I just watched a sad drama. The female lead was so pitiful, it made me feel terrible. I just couldn’t hold back my tears.” Lucas let out a sigh of relief and came over to hold me in his arms. “Look at you being so emotional again. What’s on TV is all fake, you know. Only you girls like to watch that stuff. I brought you some peach pastries from that shop on the corner. Go wash your hands.” Lucas’s tone was extremely gentle, but I felt nothing but bitterness. If I hadn’t seen his chat messages this morning, I would never have believed he could be that kind of person. Just thinking about him doing those things with another woman made me feel nauseous and unable to eat. Lucas was puzzled why my morning sickness had suddenly become so severe. I just made up an excuse to brush him off. I realized I needed to make plans early. At the very least, I needed to find out who this other woman was. The next morning, Lucas left early for work. As soon as he left, I got ready and followed him to near his office. Ever since I got pregnant, Lucas had me quit my job. He said he earned enough for our family and didn’t want me to be mistreated by others outside. So I had plenty of free time now. I observed Lucas for several days but didn’t notice anything unusual. His schedule was very regular, just going between work and home. Anyone who saw would praise him for being a good husband. Until a week later, Lucas told me he would be working overtime very late. But I saw with my own eyes that he drove to a hotel. I waited for a long, long time outside the hotel, until I had almost lost all patience. Finally, Lucas came out, with a woman in a long dress by his side. The woman was very thin and pale, wearing a hat. Her arm was linked with Lucas’s, and they looked very intimate. A gust of wind blew the woman’s hair into disarray, and Lucas gently tucked her stray hairs behind her ear. That caring gesture made me tremble all over. Most importantly, I recognized that woman. When Lucas and I got married, that woman had sat in the audience, watching us without blinking. I thought she was strange at the time and had asked him about her. Lucas said her name was Iris Lee, his college classmate. She was a writer with rich emotions, so seeing our happiness had moved her. At the time, I was happy to toast her a drink. After she drank it, she cried, saying she hoped we would be happy in the future. Now I see, she wasn’t crying because she was blessing me, but because I was marrying Lucas. I don’t know most of Lucas’s friends, and he’s never taken me to any of his friends’ gatherings, so it’s unlikely I could find out anything from his friends.
Using a throwaway account, I found out her pen name from one of Lucas’s friends and searched for information about her online. Surprisingly, there was quite a bit of information about her online. She was actually a fairly well-known web novelist in the industry. She had written a total of five books, mostly romance novels about doting husbands. Her writing style was very delicate. Her most recent book was called “Traces of Youth” I opened it and took a look. It was about a love story between a young couple on a college campus. In her book, the female lead was a sensitive and delicate novelist, while the male lead came from a traditional family with both parents being civil servants. This matched Lucas’s family background exactly. After graduating from college, the girl and boy didn’t end up together due to opposition from the boy’s parents. She wrote in the book that although the two weren’t together, they still had each other in their hearts. Later, the man got married, but shortly after the marriage, his wife died in childbirth, leaving behind a child. The two came together again for various reasons. Somehow, I felt that this story was written about Iris and Lucas. I guess I was supposed to be that short-lived Mrs. Sanders who died early. Thinking about this made me feel sick. She portrayed herself as such a pure and innocent character, while I was the vicious supporting character who snatched someone else’s love. And in the end I died in childbirth. Just thinking about it was ridiculous. Following the book’s fan group, I finally discovered Iris’s alt account. This account recorded many things. The first post was from several years ago. She said her boyfriend treated her very well. After they moved in together, he never let her do any housework, never ate fruit with the skin on, always opened water bottles for her, let her go wherever she wanted, and always supported and understood her. The second post said they had broken up. Because she had poor health, was sickly, and had congenital heart disease so she couldn’t have children. But her boyfriend’s family was very traditional, and he was the only son, the only male heir for three generations. The third post said he got married. The last post said she got back together with her boyfriend, whom she referred to as “Mr. Sanders”. She said Mr. Sanders’s wife was pregnant, and he promised that after the child was born, he would divorce that woman and marry her. She said although she sometimes got jealous and would intentionally leave marks on his body, she would endure it, because the child in that woman’s belly was hers and Mr. Sanders’s. That woman’s child was being born for her, and would call her “mom” in the future. When I finished reading these messages, I couldn’t help but tremble all over, my heart sinking to rock bottom. I never dreamed that my marriage to Lucas was a scam from the very beginning. He had never loved me, and only treated me as a part of their roleplay. His usual care for me was only for the sake of the child in my belly. I’m afraid he had long planned that as soon as the child was born, he would find a reason to divorce me. Then he would take my child and marry his true love. Just thinking about this made me want to grind my teeth to pieces. I thought Lucas was the one who pulled me out of the abyss. I loved him and was willing to listen to anything he said. Now that I think about it, maybe my meeting with Lucas was a conspiracy from the start. At that time, Lucas and I were in the same company. I was an intern he was mentoring. Because my family background was poor since childhood, I always lacked confidence. I didn’t even dare to fight back when bullied at work. It was Lucas who always helped me. After a long time, I slowly fell in love with him. Later he confessed to me, and we got married soon after. Maybe from that time on, I was already Lucas’s prey. After all, I was just a timid girl from the countryside who didn’t dare to speak up even when treated unfairly. No one was more suitable to be a tool than me. But even a cornered rabbit will bite back. Even a mud figure has its limits. Did they think I was so easy to bully? Maybe they don’t know how miserably my dad is living with that other woman after betraying my mom and me. I was never a kind person to begin with. In this life, what I hate most is betrayal!
Because I suddenly learned too much at once, I fell ill. High fever of 39°C (102°F). “How did you suddenly get a fever?” Lucas was anxiously pacing back and forth. If I hadn’t already seen through his true nature, I might have been fooled again by that look of concern on his face. I said hoarsely to him: “Go get me some medicine.” Lucas looked very troubled, “Baby, pregnant women can’t take medicine. It’s not good for the child.” Sure enough, he only cared about the child in my belly. I closed my eyes and said nothing more. But Lucas was afraid I would really be harmed by the fever, so he kept using alcohol to wipe my body. It wasn’t until the next day that my fever finally broke. Lucas had stayed up all night too. The dark circles under his eyes made him look especially haggard. His voice was a bit hoarse, “Thank goodness, Zoe, you’re finally better.” “A friend just called me, I need to go out for a bit, but I’ll be right back.” “You rest well first, and I’ll bring back something good to eat when I return.” I watched coldly as Lucas took a shower, tidied himself up, and drove away. Meanwhile. I saw Iris complaining on her alt account about why pregnant women were so troublesome, always needing men to accompany them for everything, monopolizing her boyfriend. She said. Her boyfriend had accompanied that woman all night, so as compensation, he should spend the day with her. That would be fair. But what is fair? Even if they once made passionate vows, now I am Lucas’s wife, and she is at most a mistress. What right does she have to complain? I won’t let this mistress off the hook. And as the instigator, Lucas will face even worse consequences.
After Lucas left, I planned to get up and take a shower. However, just as I walked out of the bedroom door, my body felt weak from the fever. My legs were a bit wobbly, and I accidentally fell to the ground. Immediately after, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. It felt like something was flowing down between my legs. I quickly realized I might be going into premature labor. I supported myself to walk back to the bedroom and grab my phone to call Lucas, but after several attempts, I couldn’t get through. When I tried again, his phone was turned off. I could only call my mom. When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital. I had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The boy was the older one. Because it was premature, the babies’ health was a bit weak, so they were in incubators. By this time, Lucas and his parents had also rushed to the hospital. Lucas was like a child who had done something wrong, keeping his head down while trying to smooth things over with my mom. Because of my sudden condition, my mom was still upset about Lucas’s absence. She felt Lucas shouldn’t have left me alone at home during my late pregnancy, especially after I had a fever all night. Even if he had something extremely important to do, he shouldn’t have been unreachable by phone. If she hadn’t rushed over in time, it could have been fatal for both me and the babies. Of course, Lucas’s parents knew their son was in the wrong, so they scolded him for quite a while too. Lucas probably knew he was at fault, so he kept his head down the whole time. When he tried to come forward to apologize to me, I directly turned my head away and ignored him. His hair was a mess now, his face unshaven, clothes wrinkled. I sniffed carefully and could still smell a hint of perfume. Just looking at him made me feel disgusted. It was obvious what he had been doing when I was trying to call him. Lucas hurt me, and given enough time, I might forgive him. But he almost harmed my children, and that had crossed my bottom line. Anyway, in Lucas and both sets of parents’ eyes, I was just giving him the cold shoulder. This situation continued until I was discharged and returned home. Because they were worried about their lack of experience and potential conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, both sets of parents decided after discussion to directly hire two postpartum care workers, and have Lucas take care of me. This way, it might also help improve our relationship.
After a month of care from the postpartum nannies, my body was much better. The babies were growing well too. The boy was lively, the girl quiet. Both babies were chubby and adorable. To thank the nannies, I specially gave them each a big red envelope. During this time, Lucas had been working extra hard. As a new father, he wanted to spend 24 hours a day by the children’s side. Every day he would try to coax the not-yet-one-month-old babies to call him “Daddy”. Whenever I saw this scene, my heart would feel especially sour. If Lucas hadn’t cheated, how happy our life could have been. But I also knew I couldn’t be fooled by appearances. After all, that pair of scumbags was ready to kick me out at any time. I needed to use this time to take good care of my body and plan what to do next. Since the babies turned one month old, some of Lucas’s friends would occasionally come to visit. I didn’t mind this, after all, they came with good wishes. Until one day, Iris came. She was all smiles, carrying several gift bags. She said they were gifts for the babies. It seemed she hadn’t told Lucas she was coming, because from the moment he saw her, I clearly felt his whole body stiffen. This should be interesting. “Honey, hurry and take the fruit she’s carrying. It must be heavy,” I said coquettishly, linking my arm with Lucas’s, using a sickeningly sweet tone that even disgusted myself. Iris’s face froze for a moment when she heard this, but she quickly adjusted. She just said acidly, “You two have such a good relationship, it’s really enviable.” As she spoke, her eyes flitted towards Lucas several times. Lucas’s face became even more rigid. He walked to the bedroom stiffly. The way the two exchanged glances, they were afraid I wouldn’t notice their affair. Iris did seem to genuinely like children. I guess she’s probably thinking that soon she’ll be able to effortlessly become a mother, looking at my children as if they were already hers. When she heard my daughter’s name was “Zhen Zhen”, she even somewhat disapprovingly said she thought the name was too ordinary, without any creativity. I rolled my eyes. What right did she have to comment? Iris remained in a very excited state. After a while, she suddenly said: “IVF is really great, having a boy and girl at once. You don’t have to go through the pain twice.”
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