The Rebirth of the Tragic Housewife

In the following days, I stayed in the confinement center, enjoying my life while spending time with my baby. In my spare time, I would click on the video function on my phone to watch the surveillance footage in my house.

It was like a visual feast.

They kissed on the sofa in the living room and had sex in the second bedroom.

It seemed like I could enjoy a porn anytime, anywhere.

That woman got along quite well with Lane.

The three shared a harmonious life.

The woman wore my slippers and home clothes and drank water from my glass. I saw her deliberately leaving lipstick marks on my glass through the camera.

I felt disgusted.

At night, she often stayed overnight at my house.

She slept with my husband on my bed.

The scene was quite intense.

It was quite rare to see Maxwell so passionate and energetic.

Before I got pregnant, for him, having sex with me was like completing a task.

I even wondered if he was impotent.

Now it seemed that Maxwell wasn't impotent. He just didn't wanna have sex with me.

How humiliated!

Maxwell found all kinds of excuses to not come to the confinement center to be with me. He said he had to work overtime and had been very busy recently.

So, this was what he was doing while he was working overtime.

It must be quite exhausting.

When I received another call from Maxwell saying he had to work overtime, I told him to take it easy, or he might damage his kidneys.

After saying that, I heard Maxwell coughing on the other end of the line as if he was choked by something.

I hoped he choked to death.

He really deserved it.

However, I did make two important discoveries.

First, Maxwell's lover wasn't that woman.

I had met his lover. She was his new colleague and had always thought of herself as a junior of his. Her name was Violet Woodward.

And secondly... Maxwell wasn't the only one sneaking around at my house.

Lane had always brought an old man who often danced with her home lately.

How shameless.

Lane had been a widow at a young age. Guessed she had been lonely all these years.

She and the man often exchanged flirtatious glances in my house. She even cooked and waited on him.

Lane and Maxwell were really one of a kind.

They had turned my home into a regular place for affairs!

Shame on them!

After I returned home from the confinement center, I found that they had cleaned up the scene quite well.

But in a corner of the bathroom, I found a pregnancy test.

The result told me that Maxwell had had another baby.

He didn't waste any time at all.

I paused for a moment, stunned.

Then I pretended that nothing had happened and threw away the pregnancy test.

I knew he was trying to disgust me before he got kicked out.

I didn't care. Bitch couples deserved to stay together forever.

What I cared about was how to make him leave with nothing.