Page 3 of My husband and his female friend have an ambiguous relationship

He glanced at it.

The ringtone sounded once, then twice.

He just looked at it, never answering.

Janice saw the "Wife" contact name and pouted.

"You promised to keep me company. No distractions allowed, not even her. Otherwise I'll never talk to you again."

Oscar smiled and raised his hand to toss the phone into a glass full of alcohol, raising an eyebrow:

"My little princess, satisfied now?"

Seeing Janice finally nod, Oscar lifted her high above his head and spun her around.

Her excited screams carried on the sea breeze.

I put down the phone that was still recording video, tears already soaking through my mask.

Oscar, so six years of love amounted to only this.

I hope you're prepared for the eighteen levels of hell waiting for you.

They must have gotten tired of playing, as the group sat down to chat.

Janice's voice drifted over on the wind:

"Actually, on Oscar's wedding night, I got totally wasted and said I wanted to just marry anyone. He panicked and came to find me, wearing Vivien's wedding dress."

"Isn't that hilarious? The two of us were like kids playing house, bowing to the moon as if we were getting married."

My heart clenched painfully.

I remembered that custom-made wedding dress I'd searched for so long. Oscar said it got dirty and he sent it to be cleaned, but accidentally lost it.

Janice laughed and added: "I joked at the time that bowing to the heavens made it real, so I wouldn't get married in the future. But I said I wanted a child, though I was afraid of the pain of childbirth. Guess how this idiot reacted?"

Oscar just smiled and drank, not stopping her.

Janice raised her eyebrows proudly when everyone urged her to continue:

"He actually took it seriously! Then he really took me to do IVF!"

She winked, signaling Oscar to pick up the story.

"Oscar, what about that child?"

Oscar drained his glass, his eyes dark.

"The baby in Vivien's belly right now is mine and Janice's test tube baby."

Boom

Something exploded in my brain, leaving it blank.

In my ears was Robert's enraged cursing of "beast", in my vision was Oscar's nonchalant expression.

I suddenly clutched my stomach.

As if sensing my grief, it began to move violently.

But I only felt bitter irony.

From the very beginning of trying to conceive, Oscar had lied to me, saying his sperm count was low so IVF would have a higher success rate.

Countless days and nights, I took medicine until I was nauseous, my belly covered in bruises from injections.

The day it successfully implanted, he pressed his ear to my stomach and said gently:

"Good baby, daddy will definitely make you and mommy the happiest people in the world."

It turns out that sentence was never meant for me at all.

Janice's voice drifted over again, full of contempt:

"Oscar was so clever. Looking at how Vivien's body has gone to shit, tsk tsk, I definitely wouldn't want to turn into an old hag like her."

I couldn't listen anymore and turned to leave.

Suddenly a huge wave hit, violently rocking the ship.

Janice was standing at the edge, too absorbed in talking.

Amid screams, she was thrown overboard.

Oscar didn't hesitate for a second. He grabbed a life preserver and jumped in after her, swimming towards her with all his might.

I was completely stunned.

He was terrified of water.

He once said water was his biggest fear!

He really would risk his life for her without a second thought.

I turned away, unwilling to watch that heroic rescue scene any longer, and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.

As the anesthesia entered my body, in my hazy consciousness I had only one thought:

Oscar, you can get lost now.

When I opened my eyes again.

Only Robert was by my bedside, his eyes red-rimmed.

I instinctively reached for my belly, finding it flat.

An unfamiliar feeling of lightness.

I turned my head, my voice hoarse: "Where's Oscar?"

Robert looked away and handed me a video clip.

The footage was shaky. On the beach, Janice was crying as she performed CPR on Oscar.

When Oscar woke up coughing, she immediately hugged him tightly, refusing to let go.

"Oscar, I can't go against my heart anymore."

"I love you! You big idiot, I love you!"

Amid the cheers of those around them, they kissed passionately, soaking wet.

The mermaid had saved her prince.

Their love was unwavering.

Only I was the pathetic, laughable bubble.

The bubble shattered in the sunlight, turning into tears that slid down my cheeks.

The second video clip showed Oscar carrying Janice into a hotel bridal style.

At the same time, I received a message from an unknown number on my phone:

"Honey, I dropped my phone in the water. Borrowing a friend's phone to text you."

"I'm still busy here, so I won't be home tonight. Sweet dreams to you and the baby~"

I stared at that message for a very long time.

Then, I slowly sat up.

"Robert, help me put the aborted fetus in a foam box."

"And hire a group of gossipy old ladies with drums and gongs."

"What are you planning to do?" Robert asked, confused.

I said each word clearly:

"Of course I'm going to bring this grand gift to the hotel and celebrate my husband taking a concubine with drums and gongs!"

With the drum troupe in place, I immediately started a livestream, pretending to be troubled.

"Everyone, the host is really having a headache lately. My husband says he and his female friend are just platonic, but I don't think so."

The comments immediately had people mocking me:

[Jealous much? Men and women can totally just be friends.]

[The host is obviously narrow-minded.]

I quickly shook my head in denial.

[No no no, the host isn't narrow-minded at all. After fighting with my husband's female friend, I had an epiphany.]

I paused for half a second, watching the viewer count skyrocket.

[If there really is something between them, I'll immediately arrange for my husband to take her as a concubine.]

A mix of insults and sympathy flooded the comments.

Using an online tutorial, I got the room key and led the drum troupe towards the room.

I pushed open the door.

The room was a mess, two half-naked bodies were entangled together.

I covered my mouth and shouted:

"Wow! Groping boobs and dicks, enjoying yourselves! Such good friends indeed!"