Eight months pregnant and struggling with mobility, I satisfied my drunk husband Samuel Garcia in other ways. My movements were clumsy and awkward. He leaned against the headboard, his tone filled with dissatisfaction: “Compared to Adeline, your technique is terrible. When I get the chance, I’ll arrange for you two to meet, so you can learn from her.” Adeline Moore was his childhood sweetheart. Hearing this, I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. My voice trembling, I asked: “She’s helped you like this too?” Samuel didn’t care at all, even burping from the alcohol: “That was her punishment for losing at Truth or Dare. Don’t worry, we didn’t have any real contact.” I was stunned, then said: “Let’s get divorced.” ***** Samuel laughed and crossed his legs. Being drunk, his words were somewhat incoherent. He pointed at my belly: “Besides me, no other man would want you—a pregnant whale covered in stretch marks.” Stretch marks? Pregnant whale? Those words stabbed into my heart like knives. My voice shook: “Have you forgotten how many shots I took, how many pills I swallowed, how many hospital visits I made just to fulfill your dream of becoming a father?” Samuel didn’t care, lighting a cigarette: “Same pregnancy, but Adeline’s belly doesn’t have all those disgusting stretch marks like yours. She just applied stretch mark oil a few times, and her belly stayed smooth as a young girl’s.” I collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down my face. I asked: “You’ve applied stretch mark oil on her?” Samuel exhaled smoke: “Not just applied it—I’ve also done prenatal education for the baby in her belly. Don’t worry, she doesn’t have a man, so I just wanted to let her feel what it’s like to be cared for by one.” I completely broke down. I grabbed the water glass from the table and threw the honey lemon water right in his face. Samuel instantly sobered up. He was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses, asking cautiously: “Stella, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been smoking. I apologize to you and the baby.” Stella Myers is my name. Samuel tried to lie on my belly and talk to the baby like he used to. I pushed him away directly: “Get out.” Samuel rarely looked this panicked: “Stella, you know men say stupid things when they’re drunk. Did I say something that upset you just now?” Samuel immediately made a swearing gesture: “I swear, I only love Stella and our baby.” Fighting back nausea, I grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it at him. The corner of the pillow grazed his eye, making Samuel wince in pain. He stood up, his voice cold with anger: “Stella, stop being unreasonable. Adeline and I didn’t have any real contact. What man nowadays doesn’t have close female friends? Her helping me with her hand was just a Truth or Dare punishment—would you rather I cheated on you while you’re pregnant?” I stared at Samuel in shock. I never dreamed that the man who always claimed to love me could speak so matter-of-factly about another woman helping him with her hand. Swallowing the bitter taste in my throat, I pointed toward the door: “Get out.” Samuel’s face turned ashen. He angrily shoved past me: “Stella, I’ll be waiting for you to come begging me to come back.” The thunderous slam of the door completely shattered me. I slid painfully from the sofa to the floor, tears flowing endlessly. The baby in my belly seemed to sense my despair, constantly kicking at my stomach. In the early morning hours, sharp pain suddenly shot through my belly. Instinctively, I reached for my phone to call Samuel, but my trembling hand accidentally opened Instagram instead. I saw Adeline’s latest post. Her naked, prominently rounded belly had a hand gently applying stretch mark oil to it. Just like Samuel said, her belly was smooth without a single stretch mark. Adeline’s caption read: [My baby may not have a father, but his godfather hasn’t let him fall behind at the starting line. Prenatal education begins!] Enduring the severe pain, I called Samuel. The phone rang for a long time with no answer. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead as I felt warmth between my legs. This icy despair was suffocating me. Before losing consciousness, the last thing I saw was that huge wedding photo on the wall.
I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I woke up, my parents Levi Myers and Gianna Myers were sitting by my bedside, their faces filled with worry. I instinctively touched my belly. The flat stomach left me stunned. I looked at Levi and Gianna, my voice trembling: “Dad, Mom, was the baby born safely?” Gianna, who had always been strong, had tears in her eyes as she turned her face away. She said through her tears: “Stella, you need to be strong.” Those words pierced my heart like a knife. The bone-deep pain nearly made me faint again. My heart was breaking, yet I couldn’t shed a single tear. Gianna held me and said: “Stella, you still have us.” Looking at their gray hair, I was filled with regret. Three Christmases ago, they had already disapproved of Samuel. They had warned me more than once to be careful of Adeline, who was always around Samuel. But back then, with my head full of love, I not only ignored their advice but also blamed them for meddling. I even shouted that I would cut ties with them when they strongly opposed my marriage to Samuel. Thinking about all this made my heart ache. I said: “Dad, Mom, I was wrong.” Gianna held me and cried, while Levi kept wiping his tears beside us. During the week I was recovering, Samuel didn’t call even once. Fortunately, with Levi and Gianna’s care, my body recovered quickly. Half a month later, I received a call from Samuel. It was noisy on the other end, and I could vaguely hear Adeline’s voice. She said: “Samuel, when we play the ‘remote underwear removal’ game, you absolutely cannot let my skin be exposed. Only you can see, touch, and kiss my belly.” I gripped the phone tightly. Then Samuel said: “You have half a month left before giving birth. As long as you apologize to me now, I’ll come back immediately to be with you.” I hung up directly. After my recovery period ended, I finally removed Samuel from my blocked contacts. Almost immediately, his call came through. My voice was calm as I asked coldly: “Where are you?” My proactive inquiry made Samuel laugh. He said: “I knew you’d give in.” Then he gave me an address. I put on makeup, changed into a loose maternity dress, picked up a box beside me, and went to the club where Samuel was. Samuel was leaning back on a sofa with Adeline sitting beside him, along with several of his friends. Seeing me, Adeline mocked: “Stella, you’re so lucky to have found a man like Samuel who hasn’t cheated despite not satisfying his desires for a month.” I sat across from Samuel. Seeing my carefully applied makeup, Samuel frowned. He said: “You’re pregnant and still wearing makeup? Don’t you know cosmetics are bad for the baby?” Adeline coughed lightly. Then she said: “Samuel, I saw news yesterday saying that women in their third trimester have very strong sexual needs. Stella hasn’t contacted you for a month, and today she’s dressed up so beautifully. She wouldn’t be thinking of…” She didn’t finish her sentence, deliberately leaving room for misunderstanding. At the same time, her body suggestively brushed against Samuel’s arm. Looking at Adeline in her tight top, deliberately showing her belly, I let out a cold laugh. I said: “Miss Moore, just because I put on makeup, you want to label me as having a ‘messy private life.’ What about you? You’re showing your belly, using the excuse of being ‘good friends’ to hang around men all day, flirting with a married man, and carrying a child whose father is unknown. What does that make you?” Adeline hadn’t expected me to be so direct, and her face darkened. She bit her lip pitifully and looked at Samuel: “Samuel, maybe I really shouldn’t get too close to you. No wonder my child can’t even feel a father’s love.” Samuel immediately felt sorry for her. He patted Adeline’s back and said: “Silly girl, I promised you I’d take care of you and the child. I am this child’s father. From now on, whatever my son has, your son will have too.” Adeline smiled and shot me a provocative look. She suddenly raised her hand and placed it between Samuel’s legs. Then, with a smug expression, she said: “Stella, you’re overthinking. Even if I touch him, he won’t react. We’ve been friends since childhood, and our relationship is as pure as a blank sheet of paper.” As soon as she finished speaking, there was an obvious change between Samuel’s legs.
Adeline burst into laughter and pinched Samuel’s waist with her hand. Samuel let out a moan that mixed pleasure with pain. Adeline didn’t think there was anything inappropriate about her behavior at all. She pulled her hand back and said, “We friends always play around like this. Stella, if you’re jealous, you’ll die of jealousy.” I looked at Samuel and said, “Your ‘pure friendship’ is truly eye-opening.” Samuel smiled and said, “She just touched me a little, it’s not like I’m losing any flesh. Don’t worry. Stella, I’ll remain faithful to you and won’t touch other women.” Adeline slapped the table. She said, “Samuel, we should move on to the next activity.” Their friends nearby started cheering them on. One of the men said, “Samuel, you’re going to ‘enjoy yourself’ again today.” Samuel smiled and turned Adeline around directly. Then, with practiced movements, he used his mouth to unzip her top. With his hands raised, his mouth worked its way down until it stopped at Adeline’s bra clasp. Next, Adeline’s bra fell down. Everyone present applauded and cheered. Adeline even put the bra right on Samuel’s head. Seeing this scene made me feel sick to my stomach. Samuel tossed the bra aside. Then he said, “Stella, this is the most inappropriate thing between us. You don’t need to be jealous of her.” As soon as he finished speaking, Adeline shoved the pregnancy oil into Samuel’s hands. She said, “Time for the oil massage.” Samuel first warmed his hands, then dripped the pregnancy oil on Adeline’s belly and began massaging skillfully. He worked from top to bottom, not missing a single spot. My eyes stung with tears. When I was five months pregnant, I had also asked Samuel to apply pregnancy oil for me. But after seeing the stretch marks all over my belly, he immediately rushed into the bathroom and threw up. Later, when I asked him to do prenatal education for the baby in my womb, he disgustedly threw the prenatal education book into the trash. He said, “A barely formed fetus doesn’t need prenatal education.” After saying that, he turned and left. But now, the same man who had been disgusted by me was lying on Adeline’s belly under his friends’ teasing, gently telling stories to the baby in her womb. Every gentle movement Samuel made felt like stepping on my wounded heart. Only after finishing two stories did Samuel look up at me. He said with a smile, “Don’t worry. When we get home tonight, I’ll tell stories to our child.” I said coldly, “No need.” Samuel didn’t notice anything unusual about me. He even said, “Then don’t blame me anymore for not doing prenatal education for the child. Adeline has no one to take care of her. I’ll spend more time taking care of her from now on.” Adeline linked arms with Samuel, smiling happily. She said, “Samuel, you won’t forget my due date, will you?” Samuel gently tapped her neck with his finger. He said, “The twenty-third of next month. How could I possibly forget?” A friend sitting nearby, perhaps sensing something was wrong with me, blurted out, “Samuel, when is Stella’s due date? We’ll go to the hospital to see her and the baby then.” Samuel froze. He stared intently at my belly and said, “Her due date is…” After a long time, he still hadn’t said the date. Samuel let go of Adeline’s hand and sat down next to me. He said, “Stella, I have too much going on at the company. It’s normal for me to forget. Tell me now, and I’ll write it down in my notebook immediately.” As he spoke, he opened his phone’s notepad. I glanced at the notepad and saw it was densely packed with various reminders. Without exception, they were all related to Adeline. Samuel said awkwardly, “Adeline and I grew up together. It’s normal for me to care about her.” After saying that, he placed his hand on my belly. He said, “Baby, I’m waiting for you to be born. When the time comes, I’ll buy you…” Before he could finish, Samuel’s expression suddenly changed. He immediately stood up, staring intently at my belly. After a moment, he asked with a trembling voice, “Where’s the child?” I pointed to the box I had brought with me.
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