Half of My Life is Spent in Bloom, and then in Withering

[Look, I just need to tell her that the child is crying for his mother and she will put down all the important things and run to me.]

I clicked on the picture that was sent to me.

The little boy was sitting in a small blue dining chair and Julie was feeding him breakfast attentively. Her eyebrows were full of pampering and tenderness. The little boy was also laughing and his little mouth was full, looking very cute. I had imagined this scene countless times, but I didn’t expect to see it in this way.

In fact, I could have blocked Mark, but I just wanted to read his messages again and again like a masochist to remind myself what kind of lies I had lived in the past few years.

I wiped my tears and put away the color Doppler ultrasound report in my hand. I called the driver and told him that I was going shopping and asked him to go back first.

I sat on the bench in the hospital in a daze, waiting for what was about to happen next. Sure enough, not long after, Mark sent me a message again. The difference was that this time it was a video.

"Enjoy it, she will go to the hospital in a while. The child you have been looking forward to for five years is a bastard that she can't wait to get rid of."

The video lasted for an hour. Julie in the video was extremely crazy and there were many small sex toys scattered on the bed. I had never seen Julie look so out of control.

After five years of marriage, Julie had always been gentle, even in bed, she looked gentle and shy. It turned out that she was not born to be self-sustaining, but the person who could ignite her passion had never been me.

I kept watching the video as if I was self-abusing, wanting to see the Julie I had never seen before. I didn’t know how long it took, a nurse came to my side.

"Sir, are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

It turned out that as the video played, I cried more and more. And now, I was shaking with tears and even the fingers holding the phone were shaking involuntarily.

It was not until now that I shamefully discovered that I still loved Julie. She was not an object that could be thrown away if it was broken, nor was she an ordinary friend that could be broken off at worst. She was a living person, my wife who I had been married to for five years. Loving her had already become an instinct that was deeply rooted in my bones and blood during these five years.

In these five years, everyone said that she loved me as much as her life, but didn't I treat her the same way? I couldn't bear to leave her after five years of accompanying her day and night. I really couldn't bear to leave her.

Thinking of the child who was only the size of a peanut on the ultrasound report just now, I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears, wanting to give Julie one last chance.

I called Julie. "Julie, are you done? I've finished the examination, can you come back?"

Julie's voice was indescribably hoarse, as if she was holding back something.

"Jhonny, I have something to do here, ask the driver to take you home first..."

"Um..."

A muffled groan sounded and the phone was hung up, leaving only a mechanical "beep" sound.

After a long pause, I looked up at the nurse waiting beside me.

"It's okay, I'll leave now."

It was dark when I got home and Julie came to meet me as soon as I opened the door.

"The driver said you didn't go home after the examination. Didn't you say you went shopping? Why didn't you buy anything..." she greeted me with curiosity.

Halfway through the conversation, Julie noticed my red and swollen eyes then she asked, "What's wrong, Jhonny, have you cried? Why are your eyes so swollen? Tell me what happened."