My husband, Liam, was a top graduate from an Ivy League university. Upon graduation, he received olive branches from numerous Fortune 500 companies. But for me, he willingly stayed home and became a househusband. Everyone envied me for having such a good husband. In the middle of the night, after a moment of intimacy, he fell asleep. On a whim, I opened his phone. The lock screen wallpaper was me. But his pinned chat on messaging apps was a woman named "Zach's Mom," the mother of a classmate from our daughter's preschool. Zach's Mom sent a message: "Mia's Dad, it's going to be cold tomorrow, remember to wear more layers." Liam replied with a cute nodding cat sticker and said, "You too." Scrolling up hundreds of pages, I saw them caring for each other and reminding each other of things on countless nights when I was working overtime. I couldn't remember the last time he sent me a sticker or asked if I was tired from work. 1 I didn't sleep all night, reading their chat history from beginning to end. Thousands of pages of records. Liam never said he liked her, never said he loved her. But he would show off the new dishes he learned to cook in the evening, send her pitiful dragon stickers seeking comfort, and care about whether she changed to a thick duvet when the temperature dropped suddenly... "Heavy rain tonight, there might be thunder. Is Zach afraid of thunder?" "No! He's very brave. It's me, as a mom, I'm so scared I can't sleep." "It's okay. If you're scared, I'll chat with you until you fall asleep." Followed by a strong muscle cat sticker. "Okay!" Followed by a flower-scattering cat sticker. He hadn't sent me a sticker for years. That night, the city experienced a once-in-a-century rainstorm. Thunder roared all night. After working overtime, I couldn't get a taxi at all. I ended up curling up at my desk, terrified, and barely slept. He just sent me a message confirming I wasn't coming home, and that was it. It turned out his care and comfort were given to another woman. Dawn broke. He moved his head, opened his eyes, and saw me lying at the head of the bed holding his phone. He paused for a moment, then casually reached out to pull me into his arms, taking the phone from my hand. "Up so early today? Isn't it your day off? Sleep with me a little longer." He nuzzled my neck, showing no sign of nervousness. I took his phone back, opened the pinned chat with Zach's Mom, shoved the phone in front of his face, and asked him, pretending to be calm, "Don't you have anything to explain to me?" "Oh. Mia has a good friend in preschool named Zach. This is that boy's mom. I occasionally learn parenting tips from her." "If you're unhappy, I'll delete her." He clicked the red delete button decisively. He looked straight at me, his eyes open and candid. My pain of sleeplessness all night seemed ridiculous and inexplicable at this moment. It seemed like I was overthinking things. I remained silent. He hugged my waist and tickled me. "My dear wife, give your brain a rest on your day off. Why waste your thoughts on irrelevant people? I always love you the most!" I was tickled so much that I didn't have time to think for a while. The matter passed just like that. After all, we had loved each other for eight years, and we had a daughter. 2 After deleting Zach's Mom, I changed my habit of never checking his phone at night. I would check his phone from time to time. He never stopped me. But I never saw any chat records with the opposite sex that made me unhappy again. Our life returned to normal. He continued to be responsible for taking our daughter to preschool after I went to work. One day, the company organized a family dinner. I happened to pass by the preschool while sending off a client, so I went to pick up my daughter. "Liam, your wife found out, right? She made you delete me." A gentle-looking woman with long hair sat with Liam on a bench in the small park next to the preschool. I stopped in my tracks. "Yeah, she wasn't happy. But I bought a new phone. If you need anything, you can call this number." He handed a brand-new phone to the woman. "Use this phone to call me from now on. Your old phone is very laggy. Consider this a thank-you gift for making breakfast for Mia." The other phone he was holding was clearly a couple's set with this one. I tightly gripped the old phone in my hand, the paint peeling off. The cold metal cut into my hand, causing pain. This was the family phone he bought when I was pregnant with Mia. The three of us each had one. At that time, he held me, his face pressed against my belly, and whispered softly, "Baby, Daddy and Mommy will use the same phone as you. By the time you're five, it will definitely record a lot of happiness belonging to our family." "If the phone doesn't work well then, we'll change to new ones together, new phones for the family of three." Now Mia is four, not yet five, and he's already impatient? A mixture of confusion and pain swept from my calves to my heart with the autumn wind. But I still have my daughter. We have been through so much together. My parents and older brother died in a car accident when I was in college. I lost all my family overnight. He accompanied me day and night. It was he who supported me through that darkest time. Without him, I might have followed my parents and brother in that house filled with their joys and sorrows. After I graduated and gave birth to the child, for my dream, he voluntarily gave up his high-paying job and returned to the family to take care of Mia. The evidence of his love for me in my memories is countless... He loved me so much. I looked at my husband speaking softly to another woman under the sun, feeling a bit dazed. They didn't do anything actually crossing the line, did they? Maybe I saw the couple's phone wrong. It's just a phone, just a thank-you gift for making breakfast for Mia... I tried hard to ignore the pain in my chest. Liam stood up and saw me. I smiled at him, walked over, and took his arm. "Haven't gone home yet? Who is this?" "When did you get here?" Liam didn't answer me, his body obviously tense. "Just arrived, and you saw me," I smiled and kissed him. He clearly breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his gentle and smiling appearance. "This is Zach's Mom. I wasn't very good at making breakfast before, so she has been bringing breakfast for Mia." "Just met today, asked some questions about children being picky eaters." Zach's Mom exchanged a glance with Liam, covered her mouth, and laughed, "You couple have such a good relationship. No wonder Mia is so cute." "I won't disturb you anymore, I'm leaving first." She waved the phone Liam gave her in front of my eyes and waved goodbye. The sunlight reflected off the screen directly into my eyes, stinging them. I grabbed Liam's arm harder and harder until he whispered, "Eve, what's wrong? You're hurting me." I came back to my senses and acted coquettishly to him, "Liam, blow on my eye for me, something seems to have gotten into it." He bent over slightly, held my shoulders, and blew on my eye carefully. The wind from his lips was very cold, and tears slowly welled up in my eyes. More and more, the tears couldn't be stopped. I opened my eyes and looked through the tears; his face became more and more blurry. What should I do? I still love you so much. 3 The weather was getting cooler, and Mia's preschool was about to have winter break. Maybe because I cried too miserably that day, Liam realized something. The screen of his new phone never lit up again. But I just couldn't rest assured. After dinner, Mia was playing in the living room. "Liam, I'm about to be promoted. After the New Year, I might be transferred to the headquarters in State B as a department director. Let's go there together." "My parents happen to be in State B. We won't come back here in the future. Let's find an agent to list the house here." "The educational resources in State B are better, and the environment for Mia growing up will be better..." I chattered on. He was rarely silent for a long time, but finally agreed. That night, the phone that never lit up disappeared into the drawer. He took Mia out for a walk for an hour. Watching him return with the child downstairs, I thought that they had no excuse or opportunity to contact each other anymore. Liam was still the Liam of the past. Because of business needs, I took Mia to City B in advance. I temporarily left Mia at my parents' house and handled her enrollment by the way. Liam handled the house in the original city and would come two days later. Two days later, Liam told me, "I found a buyer, but he's not satisfied with some parts. I'll talk to him again and come the day after tomorrow." In the background noise, the buyer was picking on various faults of our house. I didn't suspect anything, just told him to take care of himself there and wear more clothes as the weather was getting cold. The next day was Liam's birthday. That afternoon, I took Mia to video call him to celebrate his birthday. But after working overtime and coming back at night, seeing the empty home without Liam, the longing suddenly hit me like a huge wave. We hadn't been apart for so long for many years, and today was his birthday. I booked a flight for that night, took two or three days off, and planned to go find Liam immediately, accompany him to finish dealing with the house, and then come back together. I was burning with anxiety, and the longing for him in my heart couldn't be suppressed. Got off the plane, got in a car, bought a cake, I ran all the way back to our home. Downstairs, I saw the warm yellow light in our home. At this time, he should usually be sleeping holding me. I pressed the elevator button several times downstairs. One elevator kept stopping at the 16th floor, our floor. Too late to think, I rushed to the stairwell and climbed 16 floors in one breath. The door to our home wasn't closed tight. Maybe because of the move, the house was a bit messy. I tiptoed towards the bedroom with a smile, wanting to give Liam a surprise. But the next moment, my feet were suddenly nailed to the spot. 4 The bedroom door was wide open. On our big bed. Two bodies were tightly entangled. A woman's long black hair was spread over a man's taut, pale skin. The low panting that had sounded in my ears countless times was now blending in the air with another woman's delicate moans. The details I ignored along the way suddenly flashed in my mind. The warm brown women's low-heeled shoes blocking the elevator door, the scattered men's and women's clothes and pants at the door... They seemed to have opened their bloody mouths, laughing at me unscrupulously, "Hahaha! Hahaha!" The longing that took seven hours of non-stop travel felt like a huge joke at this moment. I threw away the cake, strode forward, grabbed the woman's hair, and yanked her up. Her flushed face was covered in sweat, and there were even tears in the corners of her eyes from being unable to bear it. Sure enough, it was that Zach's Mom! I slapped her hard. However, my hand was caught by Liam. "Eve, that's enough!" His hair was messy, and he rubbed his temples impatiently. "This is all my fault, it has nothing to do with her..." With red eyes, I raised my hand and slapped his face to the side. Grabbing Zach's Mom's hair and pushing Liam, I drove them out the door. "Get out! Don't let me see you again!" After slamming the door, I couldn't hold back anymore and squatted on the ground, crying loudly. Outside the door, listening to my faint crying inside, Liam waved to Zach's Mom, Fiona, and said weakly, "You go back first." He sat down leaning against the door, watching the elevator light go out, thinking of the smashed cake he saw at the bedroom door, the light in his eyes began to dim. After a long time, long enough for me to cry myself to sleep again. The door moved slightly. Liam opened the door, walked in, and picked me up from the floor. I woke up and struggled to get down. Sitting on the sofa, I got straight to the point, "Let's get a divorce, Liam." My heart was dead. I could no longer deceive myself. I could no longer pretend that this man, whom I had loved for eight years, raised a child with, but cheated in the end, still loved me. He didn't speak, sat next to me, took out a cigarette from under the drawer, and lit it. I didn't know when he started smoking again. Since I was pregnant with Mia, he had never smoked in front of me. After a long time, I distanced myself from him and sat opposite him, expressionless. "We can't continue. Let's divorce. The daughter stays with me." He looked at the smashed cake at the bedroom door, avoiding the topic, and asked me, "Why did you come back suddenly tonight? Was it to celebrate my birth..." I interrupted him, "Does it matter? Unfortunately, I interrupted your good time." I looked at him mockingly.
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