Chapters 5

Chapters 5

I caught my husband secretly treating his infertility.

He was still running around everywhere.

He was still cheating on me.

He told his friends he was tired of me-that I was the reason he couldn’t perform.

One of his friends asked if he could hand me over so they could have a taste, too. They wanted to see what I was like.

My husband told him to get lost.

But one of his friends actually did want to sleep with me.

I had planted a listening device in one of my husband’s buttons.

My husband is the breadwinner for our entire family; how could I not take meticulous care of him?

That friend who wanted to sleep with me was also a wealthy second-generation heir. He had brought it up with my husband several times.

My husband refused to agree.

After all, who would willingly cuckold themselves?

Yet, my husband was keeping a mistress on the side and even having her undergo IVF.

His sperm motility was incredibly low, and combined with that car accident, he simply couldn’t get anyone pregnant.

But he was still trying.

On my end, I met another man who haunted my dreams.

He was a foreign representative our company was dealing with, a man of mixed heritage from four different countries.

He possessed both the sharp, defined features of the West and the profound depth of the East. His eyes seemed to hold an unfathomable, soulful devotion.

His name was David.

David felt very different from other men.

The men I had dealt with before always had this air about them-as if they were the center of the universe and women were merely their subordinates.

David respected me. When we were together, his focus was always on me, never on his phone or himself.

It was the feeling of being truly seen and respected.

I started seeing David.

I always cuckolded my husband during work hours.

After all, once I clocked out, I had to save my time for my two sons. I didn’t have the talent to mold them into elite successes, but I could at least be there for them and care for them.

At the very least, by standing on my shoulders, they would be freer and happier than I ever was.

I found myself pregnant yet again.

David was about to leave China.

He asked me to go with him.

He even said that if I couldn’t bear to leave my family, I could bring them along.

I was deeply tempted.

David also said that if I moved there, I could continue my education.

I had told him that back then, I didn’t have the money for extracurricular classes. It wasn’t until university that I discovered my love for painting.

He said there were many art exhibitions there, and I could travel all over Europe to see them.

He promised he would be by my side through it all.

I felt that David truly loved me.