I’m a urologist specializing in circumcision procedures. Yet my husband went behind my back to have someone else perform his surgery, and the sutures were even shaped like a heart. I confronted him. “Who did your surgery? What’s with that heart-shaped stitching?” My husband stammered. “I didn’t want you to be too tired from work, so I just found another doctor. She was just joking around…” That night, I hid the pregnancy test results. While my husband was in the shower, I grabbed his phone. An Instagram account with no profile picture had sent him an explicit photo. In the picture, the woman had a heart tattooed on her butt. My heart hammered against my ribs as I slammed the phone face-down. How was this possible? Lincoln and I had been married for six years. Everyone saw us as the perfect couple. When I was trapped in that avalanche, buried under tons of snow, everyone told him to give up. But he searched day and night, refusing to quit no matter the danger. He finally found me in a crack between the rocks, barely alive. He literally gave me my life back. How could a man who loved me that much cheat on me? The bathroom door opened. I quickly put down his phone. At the same time, I quietly followed that woman’s Instagram account. Lincoln pulled me into his arms and said. “Still mad? I only did it to surprise you. I remember you saying the excess foreskin was unsanitary and could make you sick.” “I really don’t want you to suffer even the slightest harm because of me. I can’t bear it…” I pushed him away with disgust. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a notification that the woman had posted a new story. “OMG, my boyfriend is such a possessive puppy. He just had surgery but insisted on making out with me. We went at it so hard his stitches tore.” I couldn’t help glancing at the laundry basket. His white athletic pants really did have bloodstains seeping through. Lincoln noticed my gaze and explained frantically. “Honey… I was in such a rush to find you that my pants rubbed against it… Let me go take care of it.” His evasive eyes darted away as he rushed into the bathroom, giving me no chance to confirm anything. But his abnormal behavior made it clear. My husband really was cheating on me! I completely lost my strength and collapsed onto the bed. But I still wanted to know when they started their affair. With trembling hands, I clicked into the woman’s Instagram profile. The pinned post at the top was particularly glaring. “What do I do when I’m broke? My boyfriend scams money from his wife to support me.” The attached image showed a blue diamond ring. That ring was so familiar my eyes burned. After all, I’d looked at it in stores countless times. But at two hundred thousand dollars, I couldn’t justify the expense. Actually, over these years, I’d worked myself to the bone doing surgeries. My income wasn’t low. But Lincoln and his mother Nancy’s spending left me gasping for air. I really didn’t have the confidence to splurge. I never imagined he’d use my hard-earned money to support another woman! I gripped the phone tightly. My heart ached with a dense, stabbing pain, but I stubbornly kept scrolling. “My little puppy is having puppies! My boyfriend ditched his wife to personally deliver them.” Looking at the date of the post, my tears finally broke free. That day, six months pregnant, I’d felt sudden sharp pains in my abdomen. I panicked, calling his number over and over, but no one answered. Eventually, his phone was turned off completely. Later, Nancy rushed me to the hospital just in time to save my life. But the baby in my belly was gone. Lincoln didn’t appear at my hospital bedside until the next day, his eyes red and swollen. “I’m sorry. I got drunk at a friend’s gathering and didn’t see your calls. I’m so sorry…” I was angry he didn’t answer, but I felt even more heartbroken seeing his tears. In the end, I could only console myself that we’d have more children. But looking back now, that heartache and understanding made me look like a complete fool! Tears streamed down my face, but I still couldn’t let it go. I scrolled to the woman’s earliest Instagram post. “We promised each other we’d go to the same university and be together. I can’t believe he actually came.” The date was September 1st, 2019. The sixth year of our relationship. The first year of our marriage. How tragic-married for six years, and he’d been cheating for five! This marriage had been my one-woman show all along. The so-called love, the so-called forever-all of it was fake! And I’d naively believed he loved me more than his own life! In that moment, my emotions completely shattered. I rushed into the bathroom, holding up my phone accusingly. “Lincoln, how do you explain this?”
Lincoln barely glanced at it before lowering his head. He silently lit a cigarette and took a deep drag before speaking. “I’m sorry. I did cheat.” He paused, then continued. “But do you really think we’re compatible?” “You’re thirty-five years old. When we go out, people always say you’re my aunt.” “When I interviewed for that job last week, everyone called me Gianna Evans’s husband.” “Don’t I have a name?” He spoke calmly, as if he’d rehearsed these words a hundred times in his head. But I felt so devastated I could barely stand, as if I’d never known this person. Yes, I was five years older than him. Thirty-five wasn’t exactly young. But I didn’t just become older than him today! He used to say he liked his girlfriend’s maturity and stability, that he appreciated everything I did to pave his way. Now he’d turned all of that into a knife and stabbed it back into my heart. But what right did he have? What right did he have to enjoy all the benefits I brought while despising me for not withstanding the ravages of time! The intense emotions made my stomach churn with nausea, but I still bit down and spoke. “Lincoln, let’s get divorced.” Perhaps he hadn’t expected me to bring it up first. He froze for a moment. “You’re not in a good state right now. Let’s talk about this when you’ve calmed down.” If this were an ordinary quarrel, I might have thought he was giving me a way out. But now, I only found it laughable. Whether we talked now or later, what would change? If we were divorcing, we should do it thoroughly! I suppressed my reddening eyes and pushed him away firmly. “No need. Let me set you two free sooner.” In that instant, Lincoln’s eyes darkened, then returned to normal. “Gianna, don’t give her any trouble.” “She’s different from you. You’ve fought through society for so many years. You’ve weathered every storm.” “But she’s just an innocent young girl. She’ll be scared. I need to protect her.” In that moment, even though I was prepared for divorce, my heart ached so badly I could barely breathe. What did he mean by “weathered every storm”? I used to be a young woman who’d hide and cry whenever I faced difficulties. But I had no one to rely on. I could only swallow my grievances again and again, forcing myself to become stronger! Back then, Lincoln had held me in his arms and said that after graduation, he’d protect me for life. But now that he’d graduated, he’d given all his tenderness to someone else. At this moment, I really wanted to ask him: Did promises only have a shelf life lasting as long as the moment they were spoken? But before I could speak, his phone rang. “Rachel, don’t worry. I’ll be right there.” He didn’t even glance at me before turning to leave. I instinctively grabbed him. Actually, I just wanted to ask when we’d go file for divorce. But he thought I was trying to stop him from leaving, and he shoved me away violently. “Gianna, aren’t you annoying?! Rachel is hurt. She needs me!” With that, he left without looking back. I collapsed onto the cold floor, a stinging heat building behind my eyes. But I bit down hard, refusing to let them fall. What good would crying do? Would it make this man faithful again? Would it rebuild this shattered marriage? No! If that was the case, not a single tear was worth shedding! I directly called Lincoln’s interviewer. “Director Lee, regarding Lincoln’s matter, just handle it professionally.” Then I called the hospital. “Hello, please schedule an abortion for me tomorrow.” I’d found out the baby in my belly had deformities. Originally, I wanted to keep the child. But thinking about how the baby would never receive a father’s love from birth, perhaps abortion was the better choice.
Leaving the hospital, I dragged my weak body to a print shop to print a divorce agreement. In the agreement, we’d split the assets fifty-fifty. Consider it repaying the debt of him saving my life years ago. From then on, we’d be even. Then I bought some nutritional supplements, planning to visit Nancy one last time. This marriage was a disaster, but Nancy had truly treated me well. Back then, when everyone disapproved of our relationship with its age gap, she stood behind me and told people I was the best daughter-in-law. Even after I lost the baby, she cared for me without disgust until my body recovered. I grew up in a foster home and never experienced a mother’s love. In my heart, she was no different from a real mother. But before I could enter, I saw Nancy holding a young woman’s hand, her face beaming with joy. “Lincoln, Rachel as a daughter-in-law-beautiful and highly educated-I’m completely satisfied.” “You two are the real perfect match, so much more compatible than that old woman Gianna with her advanced age and low education.” Daughter-in-law? Old woman? I covered my mouth in disbelief, unable to believe these words came from the usually kind Nancy. Over these years, I’d had countless opportunities to advance my education. But to maintain this family’s stable income, I gave them all up. Even though I lost promotion opportunities because of it, I never complained. Nancy knew all of this! Yet now she said such things? My hands trembled uncontrollably, but I suppressed the urge to push through the door and kept watching. Seeing Lincoln hesitate, Nancy spoke with displeasure. “Lincoln, you’re not still hung up on that hen who can’t lay eggs, are you?” Lincoln instinctively frowned and pulled Nancy aside. “Gianna’s miscarriage was because you drugged her since you didn’t want her to have the baby.” “The divorce-we’ll talk about it later…” Before he could finish, Nancy sharply interrupted. “Lincoln, don’t forget why you married her!” “If our family hadn’t been struggling and needed her salary to pay your tuition, I never would have agreed to you marrying her.” “These seven years, we’ve been good enough to her. We’ve done our duty.” “Are you really going to let her keep the title of Mrs. Wright forever, making Rachel’s baby a bastard as soon as it’s born?” Lincoln’s mouth moved as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he nodded. “Fine. I understand.” I covered my mouth tightly to keep from crying out loud. This was the husband I’d sacrificed my future for, year after year. This was Nancy, whom I’d loved and trusted as a second mother. And it turned out that my “accidental” miscarriage was a murder orchestrated by the baby’s own grandmother. This marriage I’d worn like a badge of honor was nothing but an elaborate con, meticulously crafted by the entire Wright family. And I, the biggest fool of all, had given them my whole heart. In that moment, overwhelming hatred nearly consumed me. I bit down hard on my lower lip, letting the taste of blood spread through my mouth. After a long while, I tremblingly called my lawyer. “Help me draft a new divorce agreement and send it over.” “I want Lincoln to leave with nothing.”
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