When My Son Died of illness, My Husband Cheated On Me

After hanging up the phone, I cremated Teddy's body and brought the urn home.

I pushed open the door and saw Phil's foster sister Tracy standing in the living room wearing only underwear.

Phil opened a package, took out a white gauze dress for her to put on, and thoughtfully helped her zip up the back.

Tracy turned around in place and asked, "Phil, who looks better, me or Shana?"

Phil said without hesitation, "All she does is dress professionally and drink with a bunch of old men. How can she compare to you? You're so sweet and cute."

I stood at the door, holding the urn in a daze.

In three days, my poor Teddy fell sick and died of illness and pain. Till the moment he died, he didn't receive any love from Phil.

In those three days, Phil accompanied Tracy on a shopping spree happily.

I was more than furious and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

Tracy wasn't embarrassed at all. She took off the dress while grinning and walked around in front of Phil wearing only underwear.

"Shana, during the Black Friday sale, Phil and I went shopping downtown for three days and bought a lot of things.

"See? I bought these for you."

I opened the package handed to me by Tracy. Inside were a bunch of gynecological anti-inflammatory drugs.

Tracy said affectedly, "Phil told me that you often go on business trips and drink with men, and you even go to hotels.

"Make sure to use the medicine to wash your body every night. Don't bring any diseases back home."

I immediately turned furious. "What are you implying?"

Tracy looked innocent and said, "Shana, please don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that you're fooling around with other men.

"What I mean is that the beds in hotels are dirty, and I'm afraid you might catch a disease and pass it on to Phil and Teddy."

I laughed out of anger. "You're so 'thoughtful'."

Phil frowned and said, "Tracy is saying this out of concern for you and Teddy. Don't be sarcastic."

Tracy stood behind Phil and looked at me provocatively.

I could no longer shed a single tear.

After marriage, Phil and I started a small business together.

Phil was not good at communicating with people, so he could only count goods at home, move freight, and do some chores.

I was both the boss and the sales, trying to get us orders day and night. I often had to drink with clients till I had a stomach bleed.

I worked my ass off for the sake of our family. I wanted to provide Teddy with a better life.

I never expected that Phil would spread filthy rumors about me with another woman.

I said bitterly, "You walk around in front of Phil wearing underwear.

"Who is the dirty one? Me or you?"

She cried, aggrieved. Then she said in a broken voice, "Shana, you really got me wrong.

"Phil and I have known each other since we were little. If we wanted to be together, we would have."

I was already tired of arguing. "Phil, let's get divorced."

Phil angrily said, "Where does this come from? Why are you being unreasonable? Nothing happened!"

I resolutely said, "I'll prepare the divorce agreement when I go back. We'll go to the courthouse next Monday."

He said, "You want a divorce? Fine. But Teddy will live with me!"

I placed the urn with Teddy's ashes inside on the table and choked back tears as I said, "When Teddy left, all he talked about was you.

"Spend time with him these days."

I turned and walked out.

Phil stood at the door and shouted, "What are you talking about? Where did Teddy go?"

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be sad or to hate.

If Phil had cared a little more about our family, he would have known that Teddy had already left for good...