Page 3 of My wife says she’s a dog to her first love

Hannah's phone call woke me up in the morning.

She said over the phone, "Carter, come out quickly. I'll treat you to something delicious."

This was always how Hannah made up with me after our fights.

Before I could say anything, she hung up.

I actually wanted to talk to her about the divorce, so I got dressed and headed out.

Hannah took me to the restaurant we always went to.

Sitting at the table, she suddenly remembered kicking me last night.

She put on a pitiful expression and asked, "Is your knee okay? Does it still hurt?"

I said, "It's fine."

As soon as I finished speaking, Hannah let out a sigh of relief.

She said, "That's good. It's been so many Christmases since then, it shouldn't hurt anymore."

I held my breath and smiled bitterly, "Yes."

After that shattered kneecap, I had several surgeries and multiple infections. Finally, the doctor inserted steel pins into my leg bone.

The side effect of the surgery was that my knee developed severe arthritis. Whenever the weather got cold, the pain would keep me awake all night.

I never told Hannah about any of this, afraid she'd feel guilty.

But she really never once asked about my knee on her own.

Just then, a woman walked past our table.

She said to Hannah, "Hannah, was that Mr. Adams in your Instagram post last night? You two are so sweet together. I just love you as a couple!"

A flash of embarrassment crossed Hannah's face: "I lost a bet to Mr. Adams, and he made me take that photo. He's the bosshow could I dare disobey him?"

I thought of her previous Instagram post about "puppies only listening to their masters" and found it incredibly ironic.

The woman was stunned for a moment, looked at me, and asked Hannah, "And who is this?"

Without any hesitation, Hannah said, "This is my cousin."

After the woman left, Hannah looked at me apologetically: "That woman is notorious for gossiping in our department. I was afraid she'd spread rumors, so I said you were my cousin. You're not mad, are you?"

I looked down at my phone, replying to messages dismissively: "No. Are you done eating? If so, let's go."

Josiah had recommended a divorce lawyer and told me to find time to meet with him.

On the way home, the car was quiet.

Hannah initiated conversation: "Thomas really did drink too much last night. After I made him honey lemon water, he fell asleep. Nothing happened between us. Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." I drove, keeping my eyes on the road ahead.

Hannah glanced at me, and her expression suddenly darkened.

She threw a tissue at me and said, "Carter, what's with that attitude?"

Afraid she'd cause trouble in the car, I pulled over to the side of the road.

Hannah ordered me again: "Pick up that tissue."

I didn't move, instead saying, "Hannah, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

Hannah's eyes suddenly reddened, and she screamed at me: "Are you sure you won't pick it up? If you don't, I'll run out and let a car hit me!"

I remained silent, but finally bent down to pick up the tissue.

As I lowered my head, I found a used condom wrapper in the seat crack.

I picked it up too.

Hannah suddenly panicked and hurriedly explained: "I lent my car to a coworker a few days ago. She must have left it after having sex with someone in the car."

"Okay." I actually laughed.

Seeing me laugh, Hannah suddenly became very agitated and raised her hand to hit me.

She said, "What are you smirking about? Can't you speak? People without parents are just like thisno manners at all!"

I suddenly looked at Hannah, filled with rage: "What did you say? Say that again!"

Hannah showed a hint of fear and instinctively covered her stomach.

She said, "You dare hit me? I guarantee you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

I stared at her flat abdomen, then said calmly: "Next time, don't do this kind of thing in the car. The space is too crampednot only can't it satisfy you both, but it might also hurt the baby in your belly."

Hannah's eyes widened as she asked, "Carter, did you go through my clothes? You liar! I should never have trusted you. Get out!"

"Okay." I reached for the car door handle.

Hannah was stunned for a moment, then grabbed me.

She said through gritted teeth, "If you dare get out of this car today, we're getting divorced!"