Book3–Chapter 1
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At nine months pregnant, I received an electronic bill in the mail.
My husband, Bradley Vazquez, had been transferring thirty thousand dollars every month to the
same person
The earliest transfer was made two years ago when we had just lost our first baby..
Just then, a WhatsApp notification pinged.
My WhatsApp had a new chat. In her “About” section, there was a note: “A happy woman with thirty thousand pocket money every month.”
I remained unusually calm.
My hand rested on my belly as I swiped the chat window away.
Someone sent a message:
“Did you receive the bill?”
I ignored this message.
I went directly to her Instagram.
The first post was on April 21st, two years ago.
The woman softly leaned into the man, her hand resting on his shoulder, with a huge diamond ring that was almost as big as a pigeon’s egg on her finger.
The caption was: “Thank you for the birthday gift you gave me.”
Although only his back was shown, I could tell at a glance that it was my husband, Bradley Vazquez.
Because that shirt was a gift I brought back for him when I was on a business trip, it had intricate dark embroidery on the collar.
On April 21st, two years ago, I lost my first baby.
When I was undergoing a D&C operation in the cold operating room of the hospital. My husband, who claimed to be on a business trip, was celebrating someone else’s birthday.
How ridiculous it was.
Itrembled as I continued to slide the screen.
The woman started flaunting various luxury items since then, and unfortunately, I had the same ones for each of them.
Apart from a jasmine perfume.
Pinned at the top of her Instagram was an ultrasound report.
She was pregnant.
I put down my phone and frantically searched for the laundry basket in my house.
I found the shirt that Bradley changed out of last night.
A sweet and warm scent of jasmine wafted out when I held it up to my nose.
I never used perfume.
That woman had been waiting for my response. Maybe she lost her patience.
My phone began vibrating wildly, with a flood of pictures mixed with videos being sent all at once.
I supported my stomach and sat down with difficulty.
Holding my breath, I looked at the evidence that recorded Bradley’s betrayal.
The woman in the photo was young and beautiful, with a high ponytail swaying gracefully.
There were photos of Bradley boating on the lake with her.
Others showed them having a snowball fight.
In one, Bradley placed a maple leaf in her hair.
Four seasons in a year, spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Recording love and being loved.
I took a deep breath, trembling, and clicked on a video.
Bradley gently called her Katherine.
At the seaside, the woman held Bradley’s hand and asked softly, “Did you love me?”
The one in the video was my husband. We married for 7 years. And he was the father of the baby in my belly.
That man replied to her, “Bradley loved Katherine Palmer the most in his lifetime.”
I nervously played this video.
In the silence of the room, tears fell one by one.
I sat alone until dusk.
The room was dimly lit.
When Bradley came back, he gently complained to me, “Paityn, why didn’t you turn on the lights?”
“It’s so dark, what if you fall?”
The room suddenly lit up, and I covered my teary eyes.
He squatted in front of me and took my hand.
“Why are you crying?”
“Who made my big baby and little baby sad?”
He spoke softly, kissing my belly and calling the baby inside. As he approached, I caught a sweet and fragrant scent of jasmine.
“Where did you go?” I asked calmly..
I was working overtime at the company, what happened to you, honey?”
I thought, “You lied. You went to find Katherine. She wanted to eat the famous tacos from the Eastern District, but there was no delivery service. So you drove for over an hour from the west side of the city to the Eastern District. Katherine gave me a live update.”
I laughed and held his hand tightly.
“Honey, I suddenly really wanted to eat the famous tacos from Eastern District with our baby.”
I overlapped my hands on my belly, and it seemed like my child understood my sadness, kicking vigorously.
“Can you buy it for me?”
Bradley’s eyes flickered with impatience as he withdrew his hand, his expression becoming
irritated.
“What’s so special about those tacos? Besides, you’re in the later stages of pregnancy. You should pay attention to your diet.”
“For the sake of our son, honey, please endure a little longer.”
Afterward, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. “I’ll take a shower first. I’m so tired today. You call your mom to come over and cook something for you.”
I heard the sound of the bathroom door closing. Swallowing the sorrow in my heart, I gently touched my stomach to tell my child, “Baby, you have to accompany Mom to fight a tough battle.”
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