Love Is In Vain, Deep Affection Is Hard To Pay

Wilona saw my red eyes and she leaned over to hug me, staring at me.

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve been crying. What happened?”

I hid the sadness in my eyes and shook my head.

“No, I just received a message from the company’s technical department saying that our car intelligent system has been developed. I’m happy.”

“Really? You’re awesome!”

Wilona was very excited and kissed me on the cheek.

“You’ve worked day and night for five years to develop this system and finally succeeded. Husband, thank you for your hard work. It’s a pity that I’m not in good health, otherwise tonight… Wait until I’m better. I’ll reward you again, okay?”

Such a reward was better off not having it.

At the beginning, she said that she was sexually apathetic and not very keen on those things.

I respected her wishes and suppressed the desire in my heart.

So every time she took the initiative to ask for a married life, I would be excited all day long.

Until now, I realized that it was just her charity for my years of loyalty.

Ironically, her indifference was only to me.

In order to safely conceive a child for Arnold, she secretly sterilized me with drugs, so that I would be completely childless.

Her best friend, Chelsea, glanced at me when she left and the sympathy and reluctance in her eyes flashed by.

If I hadn’t known their conversation in advance, I might not understand the emotions in her eyes at all.

At night, I took a shower and read a book in bed. Wilona came into the bedroom with a glass of milk in sexy pajamas.

She sat down gently and brought the milk to me.

“You are tired after reading all night. Drink some milk and take a rest.”

Looking at the light foam on the milk, I lowered my eyes and said nothing. My heart was broken.

In the past, she would make a glass of milk every night when I was reading. At that time, I thought it was her love for me and boasted to her friends about her thoughtfulness for me.

Now I realized that it was just to cover up her vicious behavior.

My hesitation made her frown.

“What’s the matter? Milk needs to be drunk while it’s hot. Have you forgotten the doctor’s advice? You have a bad stomach, so you need to drink more milk. Be good, drink it obediently.”

The cup of water pressed against my lower lip. As long as I refused, I believed that she would ruthlessly pour it down.

I looked at her eager eyes and took the milk and drank it all up like resigned to my fate.

This milk that looked sweet in the past was now just a poison that made me sad and desperate. When I thought of this, my stomach turned upside down and I couldn’t help but rush to the toilet to vomit.

Wilona followed and patted my back with great distress.

“How could this happen? Why did you vomit?”

When I looked back at her, she avoided my gaze guiltily.

Maybe she thought that my vomiting was due to the stress reaction of the hormone drugs in the milk.

I didn’t know if it was because of my mental trauma or the effect of the drugs, I had a high fever of 41° that night and I was in a daze.

Wilona was busy trying to reduce my fever, but it didn’t go down. She had no choice but to take me to the hospital herself.

But halfway through, her cell phone suddenly rang.

Seeing that familiar phone number, she slammed on the brakes without caring if I would hit my head.

“What! Arnold… He got drunk and got into a fight with someone?”

When she realized that she had let the cat out of the bag, she looked at me and saw that I had my eyes closed. She thought I was asleep and breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’ll be there right away!”