Betrayal of Love: My Wife Pretends to Love Me

　　I sat by the bed and stayed up all night.

　　When Jocelyn woke up, she was full of energy. When she saw the dark circles under my eyes, she was stunned.

　　"Honey, didn't you sleep last night?" she asked me.

　　Then, she looked at the bed next to her in confusion.

　　"Didn't the nurse tell you that you can sleep there?"

　　I stared at Jocelyn, absent-minded.

　　I had been taking very good care of her, so her face looked very delicate, and her skin was very smooth.

　　Especially when the morning light shone into the room, Jocelyn really looked like an exquisite doll.

　　In my memory, Jocelyn was a girl who loved me and left her hometown to marry me. Would she really betray me?

　　I still didn't believe it.

　　To be exact, I didn't dare to believe it.

　　Noticing my gaze, Jocelyn suddenly asked me, "Honey, is there anything on my face?"

　　I shook my head.

　　"No. It's just that I was worried about you and our baby Ian, so I didn't dare to fall asleep."

　　Jocelyn's eyes reddened when she heard this.

　　She held my arm intimately and kissed my face.

　　"Honey, thank you.

　　"I love you," she said.

　　Perhaps it was because I had a suspicion in my heart. Her intimacy made me feel a little uncomfortable.

　　I forced myself not to get up and shake off Jocelyn's hands.

　　I told myself not to think about it.

　　If Jocelyn really betrayed me, I'd rather die!

　　I really didn't want to think that way.

　　But the doctor wouldn't lie to me.

　　The doctor really thought that I was too embarrassed to admit that it was our sexual behavior that almost caused my wife to miscarry.

　　As for the protective measures the doctor had mentioned, I knew it very well.

　　After all, I had already learned some basic knowledge about it on the Internet.

　　The most important thing was that the female doctor had done an internal examination for Jocelyn. She knew better than me why Jocelyn showed signs of a miscarriage.

　　If the doctor wasn't completely sure, she wouldn't have been so meddlesome as to give me so much advice.

　　I tried my best to cheer myself up. After accompanying Jocelyn to do the fetal monitoring, I suggested that I should go home and cook.

　　Jocelyn didn't refuse.

　　For some reason, I suddenly felt relieved.

　　I thought that I must have been overthinking.

　　After getting home, I cleaned up the takeout on the table and walked around the room. But I didn't find anything unusual.

　　I couldn't help but blame myself for being suspicious.

　　Maybe it was just because Jocelyn felt too lonely when I was not at home.

　　I totally understood it.

　　After Jocelyn got pregnant, I also helped myself with my hand when I had an erection.

　　The haze in my heart dissipated. I hummed a song, threw away the garbage, and went to cook.

　　But I suddenly noticed that in the sink, there was some powder, which had not been completely washed away.

　　I got some of the power on my fingers and smelled it.

　　The next second, I was shocked.

　　It was the cigarette ash!

　　No one in our family smoked at home, neither did Jocelyn.

　　Before Jocelyn got pregnant, she would feel suffocated when she smelled cigarettes. After she was pregnant, she still couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes.

　　So, I wondered which man had come to my house.

　　That man even smoked in the kitchen so openly!

　　I chopped the food with the kitchen knife faster and faster.

　　It was as if I was chopping that unknown man into pieces!

　　At this moment, Jocelyn called me.

　　"Honey, your mom brought chicken over a few days ago. Can you take it out and make some chicken soup for me?"

　　Hearing this, I thought, My mom has been here?

　　That's right.

　　After all, my mom is addicted to cigarettes.

　　She must have taken a few puffs because of her addiction, and then Jocelyn stopped her.

　　My mom's addiction to cigarettes was also the reason why I didn't dare to ask her to come to take care of Jocelyn.

　　I opened the refrigerator and saw that there were indeed two chopped chickens.

　　The plastic bags were obviously the ones that my mom often used when she went to the grocery store.

　　If my mom had been here, I really couldn't blame others for the cigarette ashes.

　　While stewing the chicken, I called my mom.

　　"Mom, I've stewed the chicken. It smells so good! Thank you, Mom!"

　　My mom chuckled, "Well. That's a good thing.

　　"By the way, how's Jocelyn's appetite these days? Is she still suffering from morning sickness?"

　　My mom nagged at me about how to take care of pregnant women.

　　I held back my tears and didn't dare to tell her that Jocelyn was hospitalized.

　　Suddenly, my mom changed the subject.

　　"Edwin, did you change your car again?"