Cristian Logan, my husband, was known as a wonderful man in the circle, but I knew that he had an affair with a young girl behind my back. His eyes blurry with drunkenness, he smiled as he complained to those around him, “Georgina is good in every way. She’s beautiful, gentle, dignified, and considerate. But after getting married, I realized that women are all the same.” The man who once swore to love me for a lifetime was now lifting the chin of the girl in his arms and making a flirtatious comment. “Men, after all, like women who are feisty.” Others teasingly chimed in, “Since your wife is so boring, why don’t you get another one?” “I can’t do that!” Cristian blurted out, “The person I love the most will always be my wife.” I calmly turned around and left. It was true that he loved me. It was also true that he had cheated on me. The laughter and banter in the private room grew louder and louder, while I, standing at the door, felt icy cold all over. This unexpected encounter caught me off guard and revealed the true face of my husband. I had a girls’ night with my best friend. But she had to leave first due to some urgent work. I thought of going home, but unexpectedly, I saw Cristian. So I planned to give him a surprise, but he gave me a shock instead. I followed my husband and the others here and located him easily. These trust-fund babies were incredibly extravagant. They had booked the entire top floor of Platinum Club. No stranger was allowed to go in, so they didn’t even close the door. I stood from a distance and watched as my husband who had kissed me goodbye this morning chatted animatedly with a young girl in his arms. “I’m not as dissolute as you guys. I’m very devoted,” he said. “My first love, my true love, and my wife will always be Georgina.” His voice was filled with pride. But his hand was around another woman’s shoulders. There was a hint of melancholy in Cristian’s eyes. “Georgina is good in every way. She’s beautiful, gentle, dignified, and considerate. But after getting married, I realized that women are all the same.” My nails dug into my palm, causing pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Someone asked in confusion, “Isn’t your wife nice?” “On the contrary, she’s very nice,” Cristian replied. There was a glint of desire in his eyes that I couldn’t fathom. “But men, after all, like women who are feisty… especially in bed.” He gave a knowing look, and the men sitting there immediately understood. Hearing this, I felt a chill run through my body. Our intimate moments had actually become topics for him to discuss. And I was the one being looked down upon. Others chimed in teasingly, “Since your wife is so boring, why don’t you get another one?” “That’s right. You’re strapping, rich, and powerful. You can have any girl you want, Cristian.” “Yeah, as long as Cristian wants, girls would come running to him.” “I can’t do that!” Cristian immediately denied it. His eyes were determined as he blurted out, “The person I love the most will always be my wife.”
Upon hearing this, the girl in Cristian’s arms became upset and wriggled in his arms. “If you love her the most, then what am I?” The girl’s big eyes were tinged with a delicate look of grievance and just the right amount of resentment. Her fingers poked at Cristian’s chest. “You just said in bed that you loved me the most…” The men beside them burst into laughter. “Silly girl, how could you believe what a man says in bed!” “You’re just his mistress. How could you compare yourself to Cristian’s legitimate wife?” The girl’s eyes immediately welled up with tears as she tugged at the hem of Cristian’s clothes and pleaded. “Cristian, look at them…” The girl’s choked voice had a soft, babyish tone that made people feel sorry for her. Cristian pinched the girl’s chin and, boldly leaned down, and passionately kissed her in front of everyone, making them blush in embarrassment. But all of this seemed so strange to me. Cristian was always gentle, restrained, patient, and considerate to me. I never expected that my gentle and refined husband had such a despicable side. After the kiss ended, Cristian casually wiped the corner of his mouth. The girl’s lipstick smudged on his lips, making him look strangely alluring. He sneered and looked at the others, “Ellie Lynn has been with me for two years. She is my girlfriend. You all better watch what you say.” Others were shocked. “No way, Cristian. Are you serious?” “She’s been with me since she was 18. I was her first in both bed and kiss. I have to take responsibility.” “Aren’t you afraid your wife will make a fuss over this?” someone asked. “What can she do? She doesn’t have a job, and she’s relying on me for everything. Where could she go without me?” Others flattered him. “That’s right. Your wife loves you so much, Cristian. She definitely wouldn’t want to leave you.” “That’s right. It’s normal for a man to have one or two women outside, especially someone like Cristian.” “Exactly. Every man wants a few women outside while maintaining his marriage intact. It’s just a man’s nature…” I couldn’t bear to listen to their vulgar words anymore. So I turned around and walked out mechanically and numbly. I didn’t even think about going in and questioning him. When I walked out of the club, I felt my whole body go stiff. The night wind blew, making me feel even colder to the core. The man who once swore to love me for a lifetime, kissed me every morning, and brought me a cup of warm milk every day had betrayed me and become a disappointment in the end. I thought I would cry my eyes out, be heartbroken, or even be hysterical. But none of that happened. There was only a calm and rational realization. It was true that Cristian loved me. It was also true that he had cheated on me. But perhaps he didn’t know that Georgina, who he thought just like other women had always been stubborn. She would never tolerate any form of betrayal. I knew that my marriage with Cristian was over.
When Cristian returned, I was sitting at the dining table having breakfast. He walked towards me holding a bouquet of roses with the morning dew on them, wearing a familiar and ingratiating smile on his face. “Honey, I’m sorry. I had a business dinner last night that went on too late, so I just stayed at the company for the night.” As he spoke, he leaned in to kiss me. I instinctively resisted inwardly and stepped back subtly. When we got married, Cristian had sworn that he would never stay out overnight. In fact, he had often been out early and back late for more than half a year, always using the excuse of being busy with work. Last night marked the first time he had spent the night away from home. But I knew if he did it once, he would do it countless times more. I looked into Cristian’s eyes, and it seemed that I could glimpse what it would be like if I kept turning a blind eye on him staying out all night as a regular occurrence in the future. I cast a casual glance at him and asked, “Have you changed your clothes?” Cristian had not only changed his clothes but also taken a shower, sprayed on some perfume, and carefully tidied himself up. He was a meticulous man. “Yes, I have. After the business dinner, I smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. I don’t want to reek that smell in front of you. Look, I’m wearing the clothes you picked for me. I left them in the company’s lounge.” He picked up the milk I had left and took a sip. “These clothes suit me so well. You have such good taste, honey! “Why is this milk cold?” I said calmly, “Don’t drink it. I was about to dump it.” “That’s okay. I’ll drink it anyway. I’m happy to eat whatever you leave behind.” I watched coldly as Cristian drank the milk, and I couldn’t discern if he was just pretending. Everything seemed so genuine. Unfortunately, I had witnessed what he did last night.
“Honey, are you unwell today? Why do you seem… a bit strange?” Cristian was indeed perceptive. He could easily notice even the slightest change in me. Perhaps it also showed that I wasn’t as good as him at being inconsistent in words and deeds and being two-faced. I forced a smile and made up an excuse casually. “It’s nothing. Maybe it’s because you didn’t come home last night, and I didn’t get a good rest.” A trace of pity welled up in Cristian’s eyes. He roughly pulled me into his arms and planted a firm kiss on my forehead. “I’m sorry, honey. I should have come back last night. I was just worried that I would disturb you if I returned late at night, but I didn’t expect… Sorry. It’s all my fault.” The thought of him passionately kissing another woman last night made me feel disgusted at his move. Overwhelmed by a wave of physical revulsion, I hastily pushed him away. “Honey, what’s wrong?” “It’s nothing. The cold milk tasted fishy, and it made me feel sick.” Cristian quickly poured a glass of warm water and handed it to me, gently patting my back. “If you’re not feeling well, I’ll skip work today and stay home to keep you company.” Some words seem to be spoken only to be contradicted, because just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. Cristian promptly hung up the phone, saying, “I told you I’m going to stay home with you today. Nothing is more important than you.” But the caller was persistent and continued to call. Cristian was annoyed and was about to hang up again, but I said calmly, “Answer it. Maybe it’s something important.” “That’s thoughtful of you, honey.” Even though he said that, Cristian answered the phone quickly. Along with that, he instinctively walked outside, deliberately creating some distance between us. He had never avoided answering calls in front of me before. Maybe it was because the house was too quiet, or maybe I had good hearing. I heard that girl’s voice, whining just like it had been last night. The water cup that Cristian had handed me still had some warmth left, but my heart had already turned completely cold. “Honey, I’m sorry. There’s an urgent matter at the company.” I looked up at him, and the anxiety on his face looked so real. “I promised to stay home with you today, but… It’s the end of the year, and there are a lot of things going on in the company recently. Honey, I…” “You can go. I’ll be fine.” I forced a smile, suddenly realizing that I had worn such a smile countless times. In fact, there had been signs before, but I just hadn’t noticed them. Cristian was obviously distracted, yet he still feigned reluctance to leave. “Thank you, honey.” He leaned in again and kissed between my eyebrows. “Rest assured, honey. I promise to come back early tonight. Wait for me at home, okay?” And then he left. He walked briskly to go and see another woman. And I made an appointment for a medical checkup for myself. If one failed to make a decisive decision when necessary, they’d only endure more suffering in the end. I should sever all ties with him, both physically and emotionally.
When the results of my physical checkup came out, I wasn’t pregnant, and my body had recovered well. I got pregnant half a year after I married Cristian. I still had a job at that time, and I was completely unaware that I was pregnant. Unfortunately, there was an accident at the work site. I tumbled to the ground and miscarried the baby. When Cristian found out, he was furious. With red eyes, he told me how much he felt sorry for me. A man’s tears can, in fact, be a powerful weapon. I was also very sad about the miscarriage. But I couldn’t bear to see my beloved husband consumed by worry all day long. Eventually, I relented and decided to resign. Later, I spent nearly two years conditioning my body, and it was only in the past half year that I started thinking about having another child. I hadn’t taken any contraceptive measures during the few intimate encounters I’d had with Cristian previously. Since I had decided to leave, I didn’t want any unwanted surprise. I was walking out with my medical report when I spotted that familiar figure not far away, the man who had claimed he was swamped at the end of the year, my husband. He was standing in front of the obstetrics and gynecology department at this moment, looking down at the delicate woman in front of him. When the woman spoke, her voice was hoarse with sobs, and there was a hint of humble flattery. “Cristian, can you please let me keep it? This is our child, and I really… can’t bear to give it up.” Cristian frowned, and impatience showed in his eyes. “No. My wife hasn’t even had a child yet. How can you have children first?” “I’m begging you.” The woman tugged at his sleeve and pleaded, “This is my first child. The doctor said that my body isn’t that well, either. If I have an abortion, I don’t know when I’ll be able to have another child.” This woman clearly knew how to use tears and vulnerability to her advantage. “Your wife has also experienced a miscarriage. You know how painful it is and how harmful it is to a woman…” Her words swayed Cristian a little. She continued to press her case, “I promise I’ll be good. I will never show up in front of your wife, and I won’t cause you any trouble. Please, let me keep it. My mother once had my fortune read. She said that my first child will be a boy.” Seeing that Cristian was hesitant, the woman took the opportunity, “You also said before that your wife’s health has been poor since the miscarriage. The doctor also said that the damage she suffered last time was severe, and it would be difficult for her to have a child in the future… “I can be a surrogate mother for you guys! “Cristian, you know how hard it is for a woman to give birth, right? It’s like going through hell. You love her so much. How can you bear to let her go through the pain of childbirth? “Besides, many rich people nowadays hire surrogates. Just consider me a surrogate… I am willing to do it.” The woman looked at him pitifully, “Cristian, even though you only see me as a plaything, I truly like you. “You can consider this child hers, and I’m just giving birth to it. She can raise it later. I will never fight for it or make a fuss. Please…” Cristian looked at her calmly and remained silent for a long, long time. I watched him from a distance, and even my breathing rose and fell with Cristian’s decision. Finally, Cristian let out a long sigh. “Go for the checkup first. We’ll talk about it later.” I turned around expressionlessly and hid in the shadow of the corner. Given our years of tacit understanding and mutual familiarity, I knew that Cristian had caved in.
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