My husband, Kolt, was a renowned philanthropist, constantly “rescuing” unemployed girls. Initially, I even supported him. But gradually, he started bringing those girls home, letting them take over my bedroom, wear my pajamas, and even order me to run errands in the middle of the night to buy them condoms. In that moment, I knew the marriage I had meticulously maintained was utterly rotten. On our fifth anniversary, I asked him for a divorce. All I got was a cold, mocking laugh. “Bonnie, you’re not young anymore. You won’t find anyone better if you leave me.” I slipped off my silver ring and tossed it into the trash. “You’re right, I’m not young. That’s precisely why it’s time to cut my losses.” After tearing up the divorce papers, Kolt smoked in the living room all night. Early the next morning, he walked into the bedroom, trying to persuade me to “see things clearly.” “Skye is just staying with us for a few days. If you’re really divorcing me because of her, you don’t have to!” Meeting his venomous gaze, my heart chilled inch by agonizing inch. My thoughts scattered, always drifting back to the countless photos of different girls on his phone. Lately, though, he seemed to have settled down, becoming “devoted.” Rumors were flying around the company: he was obsessed with the ninety-ninth unemployed girl he’d “rescued,” Skye. He’d not only cleared out a lounge for her in his office but had even specially ordered a massive, custom-made king-size bed from overseas, all to cater to her “delicate body.” Everyone downstairs was betting that this naive young girl had the power to keep Kolt away from home for three months straight. She was going to be the future Mrs. Hayes. Mid-negotiation, Kolt took a call and rushed out. Before he left, he turned to me. “Bonnie, you need time to calm down. I’ll book you an appointment with a therapist.” A single tear fell, silent and unnoticed. During our toughest year, I lived with him in a tiny, cramped studio apartment, where the summer heat made you want to jump from the sixty-eighth floor. I wasn’t “sick” then. But now, after he’d achieved success and amassed billions, I was the hysterical lunatic in everyone’s eyes. My phone vibrated beside me twice, automatically displaying a string of photos. At the bottom was a provocative message. “Bonnie, don’t I look pretty in a wedding dress? Kolt said I look like a princess. He wasn’t just flattering me, was he?” In the photos, Skye was draped in a white gown, her slender arms wrapped around Kolt’s neck, her face radiating the smug satisfaction of a conqueror. My fingertips, gripping the phone, turned white. So, Kolt was busy, but not too busy to take wedding photos. He looked even more handsome in a groom’s suit than I’d imagined. In our five years of marriage, we’d never once taken wedding photos. Back then, we genuinely couldn’t afford it. Kolt had promised me. “Bonnie, once I get my first big paycheck, I’ll make you the happiest bride in the world.” “You love diamonds, right? You said they represent eternity. Someday, I’ll custom-make a diamond-encrusted wedding dress just for you.” “Okay, it’s a promise.” I’d responded with a sweet smile. Later, his business grew bigger and bigger, he often stayed out all night, and his promise of wedding photos became a distant dream. I let out a self-deprecating laugh, unable to hold back my tears anymore. Kolt, you truly broke your promises countless times.
I waited until three in the morning, and just as I expected, the door opened. Skye was helping a stinking drunk Kolt back inside. “Kolt, can you hold it in, please? There’s someone else home!” I looked up, just in time to see Kolt holding Skye, kissing her passionately, unable to pull away. Seeing my face dark with fury, Skye quickly apologized, her voice trembling. “Bonnie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you’d be here.” Her words made me laugh sardonically, my voice as cold as ice. “I’m in my own home. Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?” That single sentence made Skye’s eyes redden. Kolt noticed she was crying. Unhurried, he bent down to kiss away her tears, then turned to me. “Look what you’ve done! You’ve scared this poor girl to tears. You’re really something else!” I bit my lip, forcing back the tears. “Kolt, in the future… can you please stop bringing women home?” He knew I was a stickler for fidelity. I couldn’t tolerate even a hint of disloyalty. Yet, he still did things to hurt me. Skye, who just a second ago was limply leaning in Kolt’s arms, now looked like a startled fawn. She stared at me timidly. “Bonnie, I know you hate me. I’ll leave right away.” However, before she could take a single step, Kolt pulled her back, embracing her tightly. “No! I forbid you to go.” Meeting my crestfallen gaze, Kolt’s tone became impatient. “It’s raining outside. Where do you expect her to go?” I forcefully suppressed the urge to march over and slap both of them. “Where she goes is none of my business. But one thing’s for sure: I forbid her from stepping foot in the master bedroom again. She’d just make my bed dirty.” Skye felt humiliated. She broke free from Kolt’s embrace and ran out. “Are you happy being so aggressive?” Kolt glared at me fiercely, then rushed out after her. The next day, with a heavy heart, I went to the hospital for a follow-up. The doctor told me I was pregnant. My first reaction was, “I can’t keep this child.” The doctor frowned, puzzled. “Ms. Hayes, your husband has a low sperm count. You know better than anyone how precious this baby is. How can you say you don’t want it?” Unable to resist the doctor’s pleas, I took the pregnancy test results to Kolt’s company. His assistant, Ben, dared to stop me, stammering that Kolt was meeting an important client and couldn’t see me. The next second, Skye’s ill-timed joyful cry shattered the fabricated calm. “You poor thing, standing guard for them for so long.” I gave Ben a self-deprecating smile, crumpled the pregnancy test, and pushed the door open. Seeing the disgusting scene inside, my heart clenched painfully. Both of them panicked when they saw me. Kolt, without a hint of redness in his face, calmly adjusted his clothes, reverting to his usual composed self. “I’ve been working overtime recently and my back hurts. Skye was just helping me with a massage, it’s not what you think.” I didn’t want to hear his excuses. I threw the crumpled paper ball at him. “I’m pregnant. When are you going to break things off with her? I don’t want our child to be born with you still messing around with this little hussy. It’ll seriously affect the child’s well-being.” “What? You’re pregnant?” Kolt excitedly unfurled the paper, then rushed over and hugged me. “Bonnie, thank you! My parents have been dying for me to be a father. You’re a hero to the Hayes family!” I knew Kolt loved children, so even though he had a low sperm count, I was willing to endure painful fertility injections every month. Just as I thought he would settle down and return to our family, Skye’s mocking laugh suddenly echoed from behind me. “So what if you’re pregnant? It’s no big deal.”
With that, she pulled a pregnancy test from her bag, winked playfully, and handed it to Kolt. “I wanted to surprise you, but someone ruined my plan, so I guess I have to announce it early.” “Kolt, I’m younger than Bonnie, and I have a better chance of having a boy. You’ll agree to let me have this baby, right?” Kolt was so overjoyed at that moment, he probably forgot his own name. “Of course! You and Bonnie are both women I love. Both of you pregnant at the same time, this is the best gift heaven could give me!” He said, then instinctively pushed me away, bending down to scoop up Skye, who was standing barefoot on the floor. “How many times have I told you not to walk around barefoot when the floor is cold? You little dummy, you never remember!” Skye, hooking her arms around his neck, looked directly at me, a fleeting hint of triumph in her eyes. “Bonnie, my baby is almost three months old. Barring any surprises, I’ll give Kolt a son before you do. Then your child won’t have to waste money on clothes; they can just wear my son’s hand-me-downs.” I stood there, petrified, my limbs stiff and unable to move. Kolt dotingly ruffled her nose. “Skye, you’re always so kind.” Kolt couldn’t help but reach out to stroke Skye’s pregnant belly, then turned back to me with a beaming smile. “Now you two can get pregnant together, share tips, and thanks to me, you won’t be so lonely during this time. You’ll even have company while pregnant.” He seemed quite pleased with his “masterpiece,” scoffing at all the doctors who had diagnosed him with low sperm count. He immediately pulled out his phone and posted on Ins, “To all those losers who said I couldn’t do it, guess who’s eating humble pie now? By next year, I’ll be a father of two! What can I say, I’m just too modest usually.” I hadn’t even left the company building when my phone started buzzing with congratulatory messages. The family SnapChat group was exploding. Some fawned over me, praising my “skills”: “You’re truly amazing, pregnant with twins!” Others desperately asked me for tips, all wanting to have two babies at once to save trouble. I ignored them all, my face cold as I sent a message: “Everyone seems to be mistaken. Kolt has issues in that department. I’m not capable of getting pregnant with twins. The one I have in my belly cost me hundreds of thousands to save with fertility shots at the hospital.” “However, his young mistress, being younger and perhaps more ‘capable,’ got pregnant with his seed in just three months, and she even guaranteed a boy. If you have questions, please direct them to her. She has more ‘experience’.” Kolt’s parents were honest, traditional people who valued their family’s reputation above all else. They were also grateful, knowing that without my companionship and support, Kolt would never have achieved what he had today. So, they traveled all the way from their small town and ordered Kolt to break off contact with Skye. Skye immediately burst into tears, clutching her belly and screaming in pain. Kolt’s mother, a woman who had seen it all, spat in her face and cursed. “You little hussy! Our family doesn’t recognize a loose woman like you. Get out of here with that little asshole in your belly and never come back!” Skye couldn’t bear the insult. She immediately knelt down, begging me to let her go. “Bonnie, I know you complained to your mother-in-law, but I don’t blame you. I was ignorant and foolish, even dreaming of having Kolt’s love like you. I don’t deserve it. I’ll leave now.” With that, she wiped her tears and stood up defiantly, walking away. Kolt’s eyes filled with pity. He chased after her, pulled her into the car, and comforted her for a long time before returning, unleashing his pent-up fury on me.
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