Husband's Conspiracy

　　On Valentine's Day, I suddenly found myself pregnant.

　　I excitedly called my husband, who was working in another city.

　　But he said that he didn't go home at all after attending a wine party a month ago.

　　I asked him again in disbelief, "Honey, are you sure you went to the hotel that day?"

　　Joey Nash, my husband, replied casually, "Yes, I had a party with Mr. Smith that day. We stayed a little late, so we went to the hotel nearby to rest. I thought you knew about it."

　　A chill ran down my spine. I pretended to complain as if nothing had happened. "Why didn't you tell me that you weren't going home? I heard about it from someone else. All right, you go ahead with your work. I'm hanging up."

　　After hanging up the phone, I became extremely cold. My husband was indifferent, and we didn't have much sex. But on the night a month ago, my friend held a bachelor party and I drank too much. When I got home, my husband was very enthusiastic.

　　Because of that night, I was pregnant and since that day, we had never had sex again. But my husband said that he didn't go home that night.

　　At the thought that I might have done something wrong to Joey and that someone had sneaked into my house, I felt goosebumps all over my body.

　　However, I still decided to confess to Joey. No matter how he would react when he found out about it, I would accept it completely. It was an indisputable fact that I had done something wrong.

　　Moreover, I had to find out who had entered the house that night.

　　So I asked Joey on WhatsApp if he could go home early tonight because I had something to tell him. After he agreed, I went to buy groceries.

　　I prepared a table of food, but Joey hadn’t come back. He didn't answer the phone. I was worried that something would happen to him, so I drove out to find him.

　　But I saw a scene that I would never be able to forget in my life.

　　My husband was 30 years old, sexual apathy. He even hated being imitate with women. However, at this moment, he was hugging a woman with short hair and dressed in a neutral outfit and kissing her passionately.

　　Not only that, but his hand was also gently holding the back of the woman's head. Both his expression and actions showed that he was very affectionate to this woman.

　　I took out my phone to take a few photos and even recorded a video. Then, I turned around and drove away.

　　I should have rushed up and slapped their faces at this moment, but I flinched. I was the one who asked for this marriage. Even if I knew that he had cheated on me, I still didn’t dare to blame him.

　　When I got home, I touched my stomach and ate the food I made alone. I didn't know if it was because I was sad, but I felt the whole table of food was bitter.

　　Joey didn't return all night. I didn't call him after I found out that he had cheated on me, and he didn't call me either. As usual, he didn't say anything, and I didn't ask him. We respected each other.

　　The next morning, I planned to drive to the company. This clothing company was originally given to me by my father to practice. After I married Joey, he said that he didn’t want me to work hard everyday, so I gave it to him.

　　But now I found that as time went by, my life was full of him, but I was just a small part of his life. Now there was also his lover and the child in my belly whose father I didn’t know.

　　So I planned to go back to work. Whether I got a divorce or not, finance became my last sense of security.