Page 1 of The unfaithful husband spills the beans after drinking

Samuel laughed and crossed his legs.

Being drunk, his words were somewhat incoherent.

He pointed at my belly: "Besides me, no other man would want youa pregnant whale covered in stretch marks."

Stretch marks? Pregnant whale?

Those words stabbed into my heart like knives.

My voice shook: "Have you forgotten how many shots I took, how many pills I swallowed, how many hospital visits I made just to fulfill your dream of becoming a father?"

Samuel didn't care, lighting a cigarette: "Same pregnancy, but Adeline's belly doesn't have all those disgusting stretch marks like yours. She just applied stretch mark oil a few times, and her belly stayed smooth as a young girl's."

I collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down my face.

I asked: "You've applied stretch mark oil on her?"

Samuel exhaled smoke: "Not just applied itI've also done prenatal education for the baby in her belly. Don't worry, she doesn't have a man, so I just wanted to let her feel what it's like to be cared for by one."

I completely broke down.

I grabbed the water glass from the table and threw the honey lemon water right in his face.

Samuel instantly sobered up.

He was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses, asking cautiously: "Stella, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been smoking. I apologize to you and the baby." Stella Myers is my name.

Samuel tried to lie on my belly and talk to the baby like he used to.

I pushed him away directly: "Get out."

Samuel rarely looked this panicked: "Stella, you know men say stupid things when they're drunk. Did I say something that upset you just now?"

Samuel immediately made a swearing gesture: "I swear, I only love Stella and our baby."

Fighting back nausea, I grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it at him.

The corner of the pillow grazed his eye, making Samuel wince in pain.

He stood up, his voice cold with anger: "Stella, stop being unreasonable. Adeline and I didn't have any real contact. What man nowadays doesn't have close female friends? Her helping me with her hand was just a Truth or Dare punishmentwould you rather I cheated on you while you're pregnant?"

I stared at Samuel in shock.

I never dreamed that the man who always claimed to love me could speak so matter-of-factly about another woman helping him with her hand.

Swallowing the bitter taste in my throat, I pointed toward the door: "Get out."

Samuel's face turned ashen.

He angrily shoved past me: "Stella, I'll be waiting for you to come begging me to come back."

The thunderous slam of the door completely shattered me.

I slid painfully from the sofa to the floor, tears flowing endlessly.

The baby in my belly seemed to sense my despair, constantly kicking at my stomach.

In the early morning hours, sharp pain suddenly shot through my belly.

Instinctively, I reached for my phone to call Samuel, but my trembling hand accidentally opened Instagram instead.

I saw Adeline's latest post.

Her naked, prominently rounded belly had a hand gently applying stretch mark oil to it.

Just like Samuel said, her belly was smooth without a single stretch mark.

Adeline's caption read: [My baby may not have a father, but his godfather hasn't let him fall behind at the starting line. Prenatal education begins!]

Enduring the severe pain, I called Samuel.

The phone rang for a long time with no answer.

Cold sweat beaded on my forehead as I felt warmth between my legs. This icy despair was suffocating me.

Before losing consciousness, the last thing I saw was that huge wedding photo on the wall.