Husband Accompanies Mistress for Prenatal Checkup

My daughter had a high fever and convulsions and the traffic in Sansworth was paralyzed due to extreme weather.

I had no choice but to drive myself. When I arrived at the underground garage, I found that my husband, Samuel, had driven away the car with a spare key.

I almost collapsed. I called Samuel, but he hung up every time.

At three o’clock in the morning, when I took my daughter to the emergency room on a shared electric bike, my daughter was no longer breathing.

I still couldn’t get over the grief of losing my daughter. When I was holding a photo of my daughter and me, I received a checkup form that Samuel had sent to me by mistake.

It turned out that when my daughter and I needed him the most, he was actually accompanying his mistress for a prenatal checkup.

The photo was quickly withdrawn and I sent a message to Samuel with trembling hands.

[Cynthia: So, in your heart, my daughter and I are always inferior to outsiders?]

I sat on the ground in despair holding my daughter’s photo for an unknown period of time.

The next day at noon, Samuel replied to me. [Samuel: You are not missing arms or legs, Sacha is the one who can’t leave me!]

***

It was seven days later when Samuel returned. Sacha was hungry and went to cook a bowl of noodles.

Samuel helped Sacha walk into the house carefully and ordered me to serve them in a bossy manner.

I looked at him calmly, then retracted my gaze. “Samuel, let’s get a divorce.”

He frowned and looked up at me unhappily as if he didn’t understand why I would file for divorce.

We had been married for five years and I had always been obedient to him. I dare not go complain and I tried my best to play the role of a good wife.

He took my efforts for granted. He was too immersed in Sacha’s gentle behavior, even if he received a phone call telling that his daughter died, I was sure he wouldn’t care..

Thinking of my daughter, tears flowed down uncontrollably and I turned my face away and didn’t look at him.

He was stunned for a long time and said to me impatiently, “Okay, stop saying this kind of words all day long. If you really get divorced one day, you will have no place to cry. Hurry up and cook a bowl of noodles for Sacha. She is pregnant now and can’t be hungry.”

My daughter was indirectly killed by him, but he thought I was angry with him.

Sacha leaned on Samuel’s shoulder pitifully. “Samuel, did I make Cynthia unhappy? Otherwise, I’d better leave, so that you two won’t quarrel because of me.”

I didn’t want to see them being lovey-dovey to each other and polluted my eyes, so I turned and went to the bedroom.

Samuel didn’t know what was wrong with me. He suddenly walked toward me quickly and held my wrist. “Cynthia, I was busy outside all day, I didn’t come back to see you give me a cold face!”

I pulled my hand back and my emotions completely exploded at this moment. “Samuel, are you hypocritical? You said you were busy outside, but why are you accompanying Sacha? That day my daughter had a high fever convulsion, you were busy accompanying Sacha for a prenatal checkup. You killed my daughter, don’t you know?!”

Samuel’s face darkened because of my words. He stared at me.

Sacha came toward us with her big belly and scolded me condescendingly, “Cynthia, I know you are angry about Samuel accompanying me for the prenatal checkup, but you can’t joke about your daughter’s life!”

Joking? Why did she think I was joking? How could she said that I joked about my daughter’s life?

Hearing this, Samuel stared at me disappointedly. “Cynthia, stop it, your daughter is not a tool for you to be jealous!”