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Suddenly, a notification sound rang from my husband's phone.

When I opened it, I saw three WeChat messages from the other person.

[When are you coming over?]

[I'm wearing the black stockings you love the most~]

Two text messages and a photo of legs in black stockings.

There were also previous chat records, and the time was just an hour ago.

[You can't even accompany me on our anniversary.

Crying.]

[Will you touch her tonight?]

He said: [No, she's old.

I have no interest in her at all.]

[I bought you a necklace.

Come with me to the banquet tomorrow.]

Seeing this, my heart that was once filled with joy instantly turned cold.

I had experienced multiple miscarriages, each time making my heart feel like it was being cut by a knife.

This pregnancy, I carefully protected it and finally reached the due date.

But fate played a trick on me again.

On the day of delivery, I lay in the delivery room full of hope, only to hear the news I least wanted to hear - the child had stopped breathing as soon as it was born.

Ethan Jiang kept comforting me, "Serena, don't be sad.

Our family is not some royal family.

It doesn't matter if we don't have children.

We will still have chances in the future."

I held back my tears and nodded.

But a year passed, and Ethan Jiang never touched me again.

It turned out that he said it was okay not to have children, but he turned around and had children with someone else.

That exquisite diamond necklace was around my neck.

I thought it was Ethan Jiang's surprise for our anniversary.

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

It turned out that it wasn't the wrong style, but the wrong recipient.

I clicked on the girl's homepage through the private message.

The latest video was at the beach, where the girl was holding the hand of the person filming and flashing a youthful and brilliant smile at the camera.

I recognized it was Ethan Jiang's left hand.

His fingers were slender, his knuckles distinct, and there was a mark of a wedding ring on his ring finger.

Unconsciously, I tightened the ring on my hand.

I swiped down on my phone screen.

I saw that the girl also posted a photo showing off expensive cosmetics.

The caption read: What should I do if my boyfriend is clueless?! He can't choose necklaces and only knows how to buy, buy, buy. #sigh

I opened Ethan Jiang's shopping app.

He had recently bought quite a few expensive cosmetics and skincare products, such as lipsticks, foundations, and luxury creams.

I clicked on each one, and the delivery address was the same, a high-end community in the city, and the recipient was called Summer Xia.

I calmly switched back to the chat window, turned on the screen recording function on my phone, and started recording their chat history.

They didn't chat much.

Basically, it was all him asking her out or her asking Ethan Jiang when he would come to see her.

Interspersed with some explicit flirting.

I sent the video file to myself and casually deleted this record.

Then I clicked on the album, deleted the video, deleted the video in the trash, all actions done in one go.

As the sound of the shower room door handle turning rang out, I put the phone back in its original position.

Ethan Jiang came out, his wet hair slightly curled, casually draped over his forehead.

Water droplets dripped from his hair, sliding down his chiseled jaw.

He saw the necklace around my neck that I didn't have time to take off.

For a moment, he was stunned."Do you like it."

he asked.

"I may have gained weight recently.

It's a bit tight around my neck.

Can I return it?"

"Return what? I bought it especially for you."

I didn't expose his lie.

Ethan Jiang walked over and placed his hand on my lower abdomen.

"Thinking about Yuanyuan again?"

Yuanyuan was the nickname we gave to the child who left us forever before being born.

"Don't be sad.

We will have children in the future."

he comforted.

"Really? But you haven't touched me for a long time."

"Serena, I want to, but for the sake of your body...

let's wait a little longer."

Hearing this, I thought of the messages he sent to someone else.

He disliked that I was old and no longer young.

I touched the loose skin on my belly, those winding stretch marks, like barriers between us.

A man's physical reaction doesn't lie.

"Your mom sent me a message today, questioning why I haven't gotten pregnant yet."

I rested my head on his shoulder, "Why don't we try tonight?"

Ethan's body visibly stiffened.

"Serena, actually we can consider in vitro fertilization.

I've checked, IVF can maximize the health of the embryo and allow us to choose the timing, quantity, and gender."

Although I knew he would refuse, I still couldn't help feeling chilled.

To avoid having sex with me, he would rather have me do IVF.

"I mentioned IVF before, but your mom said that such children are different from naturally born children in intelligence and physique."

I tried to win him back.

But he only had one sentence: "Serena, don't listen to my mom's nonsense.

IVF children are the same as naturally born ones.

I'll make an appointment with the doctor for you another day."

"Okay.

We'll see when the time comes."

I said calmly, "Ethan, I'm hungry.

I want to eat the egg noodles you make by hand."

After he went to the kitchen, I went to the underground garage on the second basement level and hid a voice recorder in his car.