During Black Friday, I unexpectedly received 68 packages. The delivery was addressed to my husband, but to my horror, each package contained lingerie that was… extremely revealing. I was mortified, yet part of me considered trying them on as a surprise for my husband. But none of them fit me. Staring at the lingerie, I felt as if I had fallen into a freezing abyss. With trembling hands, I took a photo and sent him a message. Felicity: [Graham, who did you buy these for?] ***** Graham Voss didn’t respond right away. Instead, he called me. I stared at the word “Hubby” on the screen, my heart sinking. Graham and I had been in love since college, and we’d always been so happy together. But now… I shook off the thought, took a deep breath, and answered the phone. But it wasn’t his voice that answered. “Felicity! It’s Adrian!” I froze. “The packages… It’s a misunderstanding. This was part of a Black Friday sale. I just wanted to use Graham’s account to get some coupons, and the address… well…” He stuttered, but I immediately understood. “Felicity, you didn’t think I bought those, did you?” His familiar voice, full of unfiltered amusement, sent a pang through me. It was the same voice that had once made my heart race. I exhaled, my nerves calming. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.” I apologized, and he chuckled softly. “It’s my fault. I should’ve told you earlier. I’m working late tonight. Go ahead and get some sleep. I’ll be there when you wake up.” I nodded, feeling a little lighter. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. After six years of marriage, we still felt like newlyweds. I was truly lucky. The next morning, the first thing I saw when I woke up was a bouquet of 999 roses. Graham beamed as he brought over a perfectly made breakfast. “Did my princess stay up late last night? Want to take a nap after your medicine?” A year ago, I had suffered severe burns in an accident. Because the injuries were so extensive, I’d undergone multiple skin graft surgeries over the past year. Graham had been by my side every step of the way, always more concerned with my treatment and recovery than I was. I watched him, noticing the stubble on his chin. “The wounds are nearly healed. I can apply the medicine myself now. But you… You didn’t stay up all night again, did you?” Graham nodded, his fingers gently brushing through my hair. “Yeah… so, I need my baby to sleep in with me for a bit.” Once I finished my medicine, I curled up in his warm embrace, gazing up at his serene face. Suddenly, memories of high school flooded my mind. I would pretend not to notice as I looked back at the boy napping in a sunbeam by the window. Time seemed to stop as I watched him drift into a peaceful sleep. When I saw that he was completely out, I quietly slipped out of bed. As I passed by the nightstand, I glanced at his phone. The screen lit up automatically. A flood of notifications popped up. I didn’t normally check Graham’s phone, but I couldn’t help but glance at it. I saw a profile picture of someone with golden hair, followed by “99+” messages. Was something urgent happening? The thought barely crossed my mind before I turned my attention away. I didn’t wake Graham up. Instead, I went to the closet to tidy his clothes and take them to the laundry room. Just as I was about to throw his underwear into the machine, a single strand of golden, slightly curly hair caught my eye. I froze. It was the same color as the hair in the profile picture from his phone. It was her. A sixth sense kicked in, and I immediately knew. I dropped the underwear into the machine and felt my heart pound in my chest. Maybe… maybe it was just another misunderstanding, like last night. I tried to convince myself, but my thoughts raced. At that moment, Graham’s phone rang from the bedroom. When he finished the call, I steadied my breath and walked in. “Didn’t you say you’d be home today? More work?” Graham mumbled an answer, saying there was an urgent matter, and rushed out. Once he left, I immediately pulled out the packages from last night and searched for the contact number on the shipping label. I entered it into WhatsApp and hit search. A familiar profile page popped up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the golden-haired profile picture. I felt like I was falling into an abyss.
A message popped up on WhatsApp. It was from Graham, asking me to wait for him to come home for dinner. The chat history was filled with his usual loving messages, all full of concern. But the more I read, the tighter my chest felt. I wanted to confront him right then and there, to demand who this woman was. But just before I sent the message, I deleted it. It was just a profile picture. If something were really going on, Graham would never admit it. I sat there, staring at the screen, unable to think clearly. After a moment, I dug up an old WhatsApp account I hadn’t used in a while. I changed the name and profile picture to that of a well-known yoga studio. Then I sent a friend request to the number. To my surprise, the request was accepted almost immediately. I pretended to be friendly, following the typical script I’d use to promote the studio. But she quickly sent a blunt message. Marina: [Do you offer one-on-one prenatal yoga classes?] I froze. Prenatal? She… was pregnant? I stayed silent for a moment and then replied. Felicity: [Are you expecting? We have a new parent-child yoga class that’s perfect for you!] I continued, steering the conversation toward the baby’s father. Felicity: [This class is great for dads to bond with their baby and understand the challenges of pregnancy. If you’re interested, give me the contact details of the father, and I’ll set up a trial session for you.] Moments later, a familiar name popped up. It was Graham. The same man who told me every day that he loved me. I felt the warmth of the evening sun on my skin, but a cold shiver ran through me. The truth hit me like a slap in the face. I couldn’t believe it. Graham, the man who had sworn to love me forever, had already betrayed me. He had betrayed our marriage. And worse, he was having a baby with someone else. While I, the fool, had been kept in the dark. Tears fell down my cheeks before I even realized it. I shakily typed the final message. Felicity: [Got it, but may I ask what your name is?] Marina: [Marina Vale.] The name struck me like a lightning bolt. I suddenly remembered the cufflinks that had appeared on Graham’s shirt months ago, engraved with the letters “M” and “V”. Everything had been happening far earlier than I realized. I cried as I called my best friend, Isabelle Quinn. “Damn! Graham, that perfect guy, is doing this behind your back? Felicity, you need to check the security footage at home! I bet that bastard brings his mistress over when you’re not around. With all the time you were in the hospital, they’ve probably had their fun in your own house!” I sobbed, “Even if they have, he must have deleted it…” “Maybe he didn’t! Check it! When you find it, I’ll make sure the whole world knows what he’s been up to!” Listening to her curse him out, I opened the security app. I scrubbed back, stopping at the time when Graham left that afternoon. Watching him stand in the doorway, talking on the phone, it finally hit me. Even this afternoon, when he said he had an urgent matter, he had been lying. I turned up the volume and heard his muffled voice. “Thanks for yesterday, bro. “Marina? I left her at that house. That pathetic woman still dares to provoke Felicity? She thinks she’s being clever, but I see through her little tricks. “She’s pregnant, but I’ll just get rid of the baby in a couple of days. “Who cares? That’s just some meat in her belly, not a real child. The only kid I care about is the one Felicity will have.” The conversation continued, with Graham remaining silent for a long time before speaking again. “Felicity’s been hurt for almost a year now. I’m a man.” “Of course, I love only Felicity… Once things settle, I’ll cut her off.” “Felicity will never find out.”
Thinking about how he’d just told me he’d be home for dinner made me feel nauseous. I quickly texted him, telling him that Isabelle had invited me to spend the night at her place. Graham, concerned about my health, insisted on picking me up. I refused flatly. At least not tonight. I didn’t want to see his face. The phone rang, and Graham’s voice came through, tinged with urgency. “Why all of a sudden? Your wounds aren’t healed yet. What if you bump into something while you sleep? Please, just promise me you’ll call me once you’re done with Isabelle. Even if it’s three or four in the morning, I’ll come get you.” “Isabelle’s careful. She’ll never hurt me.” Graham clicked his tongue, his tone shifting slightly as if pouting. “Really? You’re going to spend the whole night without seeing me?” His voice was the same as usual, but it made my chest tighten. I choked back the tears, offering a few brief words before hanging up. When I got to Isabelle’s, she immediately noticed my red, swollen eyes. “Don’t cry, sweetie. If you cry now, it’s just going to make things worse. Wait here. I’ll find that bitch’s social media and expose her!” Isabelle snatched my phone, already diving into the sparse updates of the other woman’s Instagram. “Felicity, Graham must’ve forced her not to post anything on Instagram. What a paranoid jerk. Does he think just because you don’t know about her, he can pretend he’s not cheating?” I stayed silent, letting her enthusiasm carry on. But I couldn’t shake the disgusting phone call from earlier. Hours later, Isabelle gasped. “I found it!” She grabbed me, speaking quickly. “The domestic social media is a no-go. Graham probably banned her from posting. But I found her international account!” She shoved the phone into my hands. “Be prepared for this.” I smiled bitterly, unlocking the phone. The first thing that appeared was a picture of the woman leaning against Graham. Her hair was dyed blonde, the tips brushing against his shoulder. Her pale fingers lightly caressed his jaw, her voice soft and sticky. “My lingerie’s all used up. Can you buy me some more?” Graham’s expression was cold as he turned his head away. “Didn’t I just send you 100 thousand dollars? Go buy your own.” “I don’t want to… What’s the point of wearing lingerie I bought myself?” She leaned in closer, her hair falling over his shoulder. “I only wear the ones you buy me.” The screen went black. Amid the sounds of passion, she murmured, “Can you come see me and baby more often? Please?” Graham’s voice was low and hoarse. “Yeah.” I swiped my finger, exiting the video. But there was an attached image. A full purchase record of 68 pieces of lingerie. Marina: [He says no, but he bought all these.] Isabelle had already had enough and cursed aloud, not holding back. She was almost ready to drag me straight to Graham’s office. But I had no more anger left to give. “I remember a new maternity care center opened near my place, right?” Isabelle didn’t catch on. I looked up, meeting her eyes, my tone calm yet pointed. “You think Marina would agree to a prenatal experience if I send her there?” Isabelle paused. Then, I smiled and let out a quiet laugh. Using the collaboration between the yoga studio and the maternity care center as an excuse, I seamlessly arranged the prenatal experience for Marina. I even kindly booked her an appointment. Once that was done, I sought out a renowned divorce lawyer. I had the divorce papers drawn up. On Saturday, Isabelle gripped my hand tightly. “Felicity, don’t worry. No matter what happens, I’ll be with you.” I forced a smile. I touched her hand, feeling the coldness. When we arrived at the maternity care center, I went straight into the room they’d booked. Soon, I heard Marina’s voice from outside, clear and distinct. “Graham, you promised to be with me today. This is your first child! Even if you don’t want it, you should at least meet it and say goodbye, right?” Maybe persuaded by her words, he quickly shut the door. The doctor dutifully began the fetal heart monitoring. As soon as the heartbeat appeared, a strong pulse filled the room through the speakers. Through the crack in the curtain, I could see Graham’s face soften. He didn’t speak but silently extended his hand, gently placing it on Marina’s exposed belly as if cherishing the moment. Seeing it with my own eyes, I couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. Only sorrow. “The baby’s healthy,” the doctor complimented with a smile. “He’s probably excited to feel his dad. The heart rate’s a little higher now!” Even Graham smiled slightly at this. Marina immediately reached for his hand, placing it on her belly, softly teasing, “Is he excited already? When he’s born, will he be attached to his daddy all the time?” I lowered my gaze, unable to watch any longer. Soon, the doctor brought in the 4D ultrasound machine. When the clear image appeared on the screen, Marina gasped, “Look! The baby got your nose!” At that moment, Graham couldn’t hold back any longer. His eyes fixed on the screen, and he began imagining the child’s future, already lost in thought. “The baby’s greeting you!” Marina lifted Graham’s hand, pressing it against her belly. They shared a silent moment with the baby in the ultrasound as if exchanging a high five. I heard Graham laugh softly, his voice low, “Already such a little tease, just like you.” The next second, he bent down and gently kissed Marina’s belly, now coated with the ultrasound gel. “Come on, baby. Hurry up and be born… Daddy’s waiting to meet you…” Marina smiled softly and gave him a kiss in return. But just as the moment passed, the curtain was suddenly yanked open with a loud rustle. Isabelle, trembling, stood there, her eyes red with rage. I stood motionless, coldly watching the two of them in an embrace. My fingers were buried deep in my palms, unfeeling from the pressure. Only pain. How ridiculous. The man who had sworn he’d never father an illegitimate child had already completely changed his mind so quickly. Was this how easily he’d made the decision the first time he cheated? When Graham saw me, his body stiffened. He immediately pushed Marina away. “Felicity, I’m not…” After everything, he still had the nerve to deny it. I stepped forward and slapped him across the face. “Don’t use your dirty lips to call my name. Don’t you feel disgusted?” “Felicity, please don’t be angry…” I didn’t want to hear another word of his hollow apologies. I turned away and met Marina’s gaze instead. She wore a look of false vulnerability, but her eyes gleamed with nothing but provocation. Her hand deliberately rested on her now-prominent belly. I narrowed my eyes and smiled bitterly. “Marina, are you proud of carrying a bastard child you can’t even show off?” Marina’s brow furrowed, and her eyes reddened slightly, but before she could say anything, Graham stepped protectively in front of her. “Felicity, why are you picking on her? She’s pregnant. Whatever, this whole mess is my fault. I should’ve been more careful to avoid this whole situation.” I felt my stomach churn at the insincerity on his face. “Your fault?” I scoffed, mocking him, “How could it be your fault? It’s me. I’m the one who messed up your perfect family reunion!” Graham’s face darkened, and he stepped forward, his voice sharp. “What are you implying?” Before I could answer, Isabelle stormed forward, slamming the divorce papers into Graham’s face. “How dare you ask that? Of course, she wants a divorce from you, you bastard!” Graham shoved Isabelle out of the way and stomped on the divorce papers beneath his feet, grabbing my wrist with a vice-like grip. “You want a divorce? Felicity, this isn’t funny. You know how much I love you. How could you throw it all away so easily? If it’s just because of Marina, I can handle it. I told you, this is all just an accident. I…” I yanked my arm free, my gaze hardening. “No. This isn’t an accident. I had the divorce papers ready before I even came here. I wanted to divorce you to your face!” Hearing that, Graham got more angry. He took a few steps forward, both hands gripping my shoulders tightly. “Felicity, are you being serious? You know I love you, and only you. You…” His hands tightened unconsciously, and I cried out in pain. Isabelle rushed forward and pulled Graham off me, shouting furiously, “Dammit, you’re the one who cheated! Now you want to hurt her physically, too?” As they struggled, the room descended into chaos. Somehow, Marina, still lying on the examination table, had joined in, her voice dripping with feigned pity. “Graham, calm down… Felicity’s just saying things out of anger. She doesn’t mean it… She wouldn’t really be desperate to marry her lover this soon…” Isabelle’s temper flared. She spun around, grabbed Marina by the collar, and slapped her hard. “You slut! You’re trying to stir up trouble, aren’t you? I’ll give you what you want! You shamelessly seduced a man, and now you’re here slandering my sister? Do you really think everyone’s as dirty as you are? I’d rather wash my hands than touch you!” The slap rang through the room, and Marina staggered back, blood trickling from her split lip. But then, to my surprise, she lurched forward, clutching the edge of the examination table. Her scream was sudden and piercing. “Graham… my stomach… it hurts so badly!” For a moment, Graham froze. Ignoring me completely, despite the wall of glass between us, he shoved me aside and kicked Isabelle out of his way, rushing to shield Marina. Isabelle, out of control, crashed into me, knocking me into the glass decorations on the wall. I fell to the ground, shards of glass embedding into my skin, the sharp pain shooting through my body. Blood trickled down from my temple. I lifted my head, and through the mirror opposite, I saw myself covered in blood and surrounded by broken pieces. Graham stood frozen in the chaos, his voice trembling. “Felicity…”
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