Steady Heat of Love

Jonathan asked, "Tell me, how much do you want this time? A thousand? Or two thousand?"

The next moment, my phone beeped.

Jonathan transferred 1,500 dollars to me, which made me feel really humiliated.

Before we got married, I had a job with a monthly salary of more than a thousand dollars.

However, the Holt family would only agree to let me marry Jonathan if I quit my job and became a full-time housewife.

At that time, Jonathan said to me, "Wendy, I'll be with you for the rest of my life. For our future, you'll have to compromise this time!"

It had only been a few years. Now, every time I asked him for living expenses, I was like a beggar.

Jonathan became more and more impatient. "Didn't I just give you 1,500 dollars a few days ago? You've already spent them all?"

1,500 dollars had to cover Jonathan's high-quality daily meals and some extra-curricular classes for Celia. It was not enough at all.

As for me, I hadn't bought new clothes or expensive cosmetics for myself for a long time.

Perhaps in Jonathan's eyes, I was not even worth 1,500 dollars.

Jonathan kept saying impatiently, "You're making all this trouble just for money, aren't you? I've given you the money. Now, can you stop?"

Hearing this, I couldn't hold back my anger anymore. I picked up the doll on the sofa and threw it at him hard.

"Jonathan, you bastard!

"I want to divorce you! Nothing can change my mind!"

But Jonathan just stood there and looked at me coldly. It was as if he was looking at a kid who was being unreasonable.

"Wendy, that's enough. I won't always tolerate you like this!"

After saying so, Jonathan picked up his clothes, walked out of the house, and slammed the door.

That night, Celia had a fever. Her whole body was burning hot, her eyes rolled up, and her body was twitching.

I kept calling her name, but she didn't respond.

I panicked. Trembling, I took out my phone and called Jonathan, but he didn't answer my call, not even once.

I made an emergency call, but the system told me that I had to wait in line.

I couldn't wait any longer, neither could Celia. So, I picked up Celia and rushed out.

It was early in the morning, and there were very few taxis on the road. I hailed several times, but none of them stopped.

When I wanted to get a taxi with my phone, I found that it had run out of battery.

At that moment, I really felt desperate. I held Celia in my arms and ran to the hospital. On the way, I kept waving my arms, hoping to stop a car.

When it rained, it poured. In a panic, I accidentally tripped and fell.

The moment I fell, in order to protect Celia, I turned my body. As a result, my back rubbed against the ground, and I felt a burning pain on my back.

Fortunately, there was finally a car parked next to us.

After we arrived at the hospital, Celia was pushed into the emergency room.

The next moment, I collapsed to the ground and began to regret being a full-time housewife.

If I had a job, I would have the ability to get a driver's license and buy a car, and I wouldn't have been so helpless tonight.

If anything happened to Celia because of the delay, I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life.

Fortunately, after the treatment, Celia was saved.

The kind-hearted man who had sent us here stood in front of me and pointed at my feet.

Only then did I realize that I had lost my slippers somewhere on the way. The soles of my feet had been scratched by the rough road and had many small wounds.

There were also bruises on my back, which were very serious.

The doctor said that Celia had acute pneumonia and had to stay in the hospital for a few more days.

The next day, I received a call from Jonathan, and he sounded a little annoyed.

"Where did you go? It's early in the morning! Why didn't you wash and iron my shirt yesterday?

"What are you doing at home all day..."

I interrupted his endless complaints.

I said, "Jonathan, Celia is sick. I'm in the hospital with her."

Jonathan was stunned and asked casually, "What's wrong with Celia?"

"Acute pneumonia!" I answered.

Hearing this, Jonathan did not show his concern for Celia, nor did he ask if I was frightened.

Instead, he sneered, "Wendy, you can't even take care of a child. You cause trouble every few days!

"If you can't be a good mother, I'll send Celia back to the Holt's mansion tomorrow!"

"No!"

Back then, my son was taken away by the Holt family right after he was born, and I suffered from severe postnatal depression. If it weren't for that Celia was still with me, I wouldn't have lived until today.

I had already lost my son. I couldn't lose Celia.

I couldn't help wondering how things between Jonathan and me had become like this.

In the past, even if I coughed slightly, he would nervously ask me if I had caught a cold.

But now, since he didn't ask, I didn't complain about anything.

I came out in a hurry last night and didn't bring anything with me. Thus, the next evening, after I settled Celia, I went back home to pack up some of my and Celia's personal belongings.

On the way, I suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Without hesitation, I followed him into a hotel and got into the elevator.

At that moment, I did not know what kind of result I wanted.

Out of the elevator, at the end of the corridor, Jonathan was hugging and kissing a woman. He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked, and it looked like he really couldn't wait to have sex with that woman.

Suddenly, the woman leaned back and asked Jonathan with a smile.

"Which one do you like more? Having sex with me or with Wendy?"

Jonathan moved closer again.

He mumbled, "How can she even be comparable to you? Look at her sallow face when she's not wearing any makeup. I'm not interested in her at all."

The two of them began to kiss each other again and fell into bed before the door closed.

Standing at the door, I could hear the noise coming from inside the room.

I thought I would be sad, but unexpectedly, I didn't have any thoughts about it. I just picked up my mobile phone and began to record all this.

I walked in step by step. High heels, clothes, skirts, and underwear scattered all the way from the door to the bed...

I could imagine how passionate they were.

On the bed, the two people overlapped, making me feel sick and disgusted.

It took them a long time to realize that I was standing at the door.

The moment Jonathan saw me, he subconsciously hid Margaret behind him.

He blurted, "Ah... Wendy, why are you here?"