I want another child after a late-term miscarriage.

But for the sake of my health, my husband hadn't slept with me for a year.

Until I accidentally clicked on the private message between him and a female student.

She acted like a spoiled child with grievance.

"You're not gonna spend Valentine's Day with me. Boohoo."

"Will you have sex with her tonight?"

He said, "No. You know, I don't like to have love just to have a child."

"I bought you a set of underwear. Put it on tomorrow."

I was wearing the lace underwear that didn't fit me.

I thought it was Kayden's gift to me.

So I put it on while he was taking a shower.

It turned out that he had not bought the wrong size, but sent it to the wrong address.

I clicked on the girl's home page through private messages.

The latest video was taken at the seaside. She held the photographer's hand and smiled brightly at the camera.

I recognized that it was Kayden's left hand.

His fingers were long and slender. There was a mark of a wedding ring on his ring finger.

I couldn't help but clench the ring on my finger.

I swiped the screen of my phone.

I saw that she had even posted a photo of expensive cosmetics.

The caption was, "What should I do if my hubby knows nothing about cosmetics? He doesn't know how to choose a lipstick shade, but he buys me a lot of stuff. A face exhaling emoji."

I opened Kayden's shopping app.

He had recently bought a lot of expensive cosmetics and skincare products, such as lipstick and foundation cream.

I clicked on them one by one and found that they were delivered to the same address. It was a dormitory building at a university and the recipient was called Carrie Clark.

I calmly returned to the dialog box and recorded their chat history on video with my phone.

They didn't talk much. Most of the time, he asked her out, or she asked when he would come to see her.

And they flirted sometimes.

I sent the video to myself and deleted the record.

Then, I clicked on the album and deleted the video and the one in the trash in one go.

When I heard Kayden turn the handle of the bedroom door, I put his phone back in place.

He walked out, his wet, slightly curled hair falling on his forehead.

Droplets of water dripped down along his hair and slid across his well-defined chin.

He saw the underwear I was wearing.

He was stunned for a moment.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"It's too small. It's been washed. So I can't return it?"

"Why would you want to? I bought it for you."

I didn't expose his lie.

I looked down at my lower abdomen covered with silver-white stretch marks.

He walked over and placed his hand on it.

"Are you thinking about Jess again?"

Jess was the nickname we gave to our unborn baby who died.

"Don't be sad. We'll have children." He comforted me.

"But we haven't had sex for a year."

"Leah, I want sex too, but for your health, let's wait a little longer."

I knew he didn't want sex with me.

His physical reaction was real.

"Your mother sent me a message today, asking me why I'm not pregnant yet. She wants me to try traditional methods." I rested my head on his shoulder. "Why don't we have a try tonight?"

His body stiffened.

"Leah, in fact, we can consider doing IVF. I've checked that IVF can ensure the health of the fetus to the greatest extent, and we can choose the time, quantity, and gender."

Although I guessed that he would refuse to have sex with me, I still felt disappointed.

To avoid sleeping with me, he would rather let me do IVF.

"Okay. I'll consider it," I said calmly. "Honey, I'm hungry. Go downstairs and buy me something to eat."

After he went downstairs, I went to the underground garage on sublevel two and hid a dictaphone in his car.

Kayden took my hand while sleeping.

I turned over and pulled my hand away from his palm without him noticing.

After a long time, his phone suddenly rang in the darkness.

In just half a second, he hung up.

"Leah."

I closed my eyes and didn't answer.

He gently nudged me. "There's something urgent at the office. I gotta go and will be back soon."

"Okay," I said groggily. "Be careful."

He bent down and kissed me. Then, he put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

After a while, the sound of the door closing came from outside.

I slipped my clothes on and went downstairs to hail a taxi.

The driver asked me where I was going.

"The dormitory on the south side of Oakdale University."

This was the delivery address on Kayden's shopping app.

Sitting in the car, I opened the short video app and entered the girl's nickname "Love Kayden".

Some time ago, Kayden changed his nickname to "Love You Too".

He said he showed his love for me by doing this.

It was another lie.

The girl loved to share her life. She went shopping, traveled, had dinner, and played games. She posted almost every day.

I clicked on the game settlement page.

Her ID Carrie reminded me of something. I once asked Kayden to play games with me and there was a player called Carrie in our team.

She played a supporting role, but I was always beaten to death. When I checked the data, I didn't get any support, nor did she use splash damage.

I was confused and typed, "Why didn't you help me?"

After a minute, she replied, "Sorry, I just bought the account. I'm not good at this."

I asked Kayden what was going on, but he said that she was just a newcomer and didn't know how to play. He wouldn't let her join us next time.

It turned out that I was a witness to their flirtation.

The driver drove very fast. When I arrived, Kayden had not arrived yet.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky. After a few rolls of thunder, big raindrops poured down.

I fled to a 24-hour bank branch by the road.

My phone rang. It was Kayden.

"Leah, you woke up?"

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I knew you must have been awakened by the thunder." His tone was soft. "Before I went out, I checked the weather and pulled out the power switch except for the refrigerator. Don't be afraid and go to sleep."

When I was a child, my house was on fire because of thunder. Since then, I had been traumatized by thunder and rain.

Every time it thundered, Kayden would stay by my side.

There was even a time when he left halfway through a business dinner and went home to see me.

I wondered if I was being paranoid. Maybe he really went to the company.

Until a familiar SUV with hazard lights on appeared in my sight.

A petite figure ran out of the school gate in the rain.

Her knee-length skirt fluttered in the air.

She came to Kayden's car and stopped by the window of the passenger seat for a second. Then she opened the rear door and sat in the back seat.

After a while, Kayden got out of the car, opened the rear door, and got in.

Listening to the rain, I looked at the pitch-black car quietly.

After a long time, his car left.

The girl had been in the car and never showed up again.

Kayden returned home early in the morning.

He brought me a bunch of red roses and lobster bisque.

"A Valentine's Day gift."

"You didn't sleep last night?" I asked.

"I reworked a lot of things and didn't have time to sleep." He rubbed his eyes. "I'll pack up and go to the train station. Have lobster bisque and take a rest. You have dark circles under your eyes."

He took a taxi and left.

I went downstairs to retrieve the dictaphone and threw the roses into the trash can.

The cleaner picked up the flowers and shouted behind me, "Are you sure you don't want such good flowers?"

I turned around and smiled. "No, I don't want them."

When I got home, I turned on the dictaphone.

Kayden called the girl.

"Wait for me at the college gate."

"Oh my god! Now?"

He put it on speaker and I heard her exclaim in joy.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'll be there in a while."

"Didn't you say we wouldn't meet today? Why are you here all of a sudden?"

"It's Valentine's Day. After thinking about it, I still can't bear to let you spend it alone."

She said excitedly, "Slow down! I'll get up and put on makeup now!"

"Okay. It's going to rain. Remember to bring an umbrella."

After a while, there was a knock on the window.

"Take a back seat," he said.

She got in the car.

"Well, I still don't deserve to sit in the passenger seat." She was a little annoyed.

He said, "One of my wife's friends is a traffic police officer. I gotta be more careful."

"Your wife."

"Carrie Clark."

Kayden read her name word by word, and his tone was a little cold.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Please punish me."

Her voice sounded pitiful.

"Take off your clothes then."

He lit a cigarette and said casually.

"Wh-what?" she was caught off guard.

"Huh? Didn't you say you wanted me to punish you?"

……

When they were having sex, she asked, "Do you love me?"

"If I don't love you, why did I come to you in the middle of the night?"

"I love you too," she said, sobbing.

I sat in the living room and listened to the recording over and over again.

The dictaphone had long run out of battery. I continued to press the switch mechanically until sunset.

I took a week off from the company and went back to my hometown.

"Divorce? What are you thinking about?"

Before I could finish my words, my mother shouted.

"Aren't you always against our marriage?"

"I was indeed! Now Kayden is no longer poor before. Your brother needs his money to buy a house when he gets married. Don't make any trouble at this critical moment!"

"Mom, he cheated on me with a female college student."

"Men do cheat. He's under so much pressure at work. We should give him some space to relax himself."

"He still loves you, so you should try your best to give him a child. After that, you can quit your job and be a housewife at home!"

I looked at my younger brother and asked, "Do you think so too?"

"Leah, Bella will come and spend New Year's Eve with us. You can just turn a blind eye to his cheating. Anyway, he never wants to divorce you."

I had doted on him since I was a child. Looking at him now, I couldn't say anything.

My mother was exasperated at my complaint.

"I'm such a smart person. How could I have such a stupid daughter like you?"

"When Kayden was poor, you decided to be with him. Now that he has made a name for himself, you want to divorce him?"

"Do you think you're still young? You had a miscarriage! Do you think you can find a second husband as rich as Kayden?"

In the end, she threw the things I had brought back out of the door.

"You're a married woman. You can't go back to my home so often!"

"Go home and make Kayden happy! Try your best to give him a son, and no one can take him from you!"

I walked down the street with a bag of fruits and my suitcase.

The sun was scorching hot, but my body was cold.

Kayden sent me a message asking me why I was not at home.

I didn't reply.

Soon, I received a call from him.

"Leah, why didn't you reply to my message?"

"I went back to my mother's place and I didn't see any messages."

"Did something happen to her?"

"No, I'm a little tired at work, so I'll stay there for a few days."

He could tell from my voice that something was wrong and asked with concern, "Did your mother scold you again?"

"Yeah, she did."

"Go back to New York. I'll pick you up at the station," he said decisively. "Let's go to the barbecue joint on Carder Rd for dinner tonight."

I had wanted to go to that joint for a long time, but I didn't have the time.

"Don't take your mother's words to heart. You still have me. Our lives are more important than anything else."

It sounded so familiar.

When I was at my most difficult time, he had said the same thing to me.

I didn't reply. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"You silly, are you crying? I'll buy you a ticket now. Hurry home."

"Sure."