Chapter 2
March 8th
That day. I was rushed to the hospital due to threatened miscarriage.
He stayed by my bedside all night.
[Little Wild Cat, book a room near the hospital tonight. I’m cannot wait to taste you |||
[Skip the black stockings, wear the nurse outfit this time–it’s hotter||||
May 20th
That day, he took maternity photos with me
He even proposed again in front of everyone, saying he wanted to spend 52 anniversaries with me.]]
[She was shaking with fat when she cried. Makes me sick.]]
I’m going on a business trip tomorrow, come keep me company for a few days.
– miss you so much, I want to fuck you to death ||
September 10th
That day, I was in the delivery room on Pitocin.]
He cried harder than I did, saying he never wanted me to suffer again.
[Missing you again, send me some of your pussy videos to tide me over.)
[Can you come to the hospital bathroom now? I can’t wait to fuck you again.)
October 6th
That day was our wedding anniversary. We took family photos.
He smiled and said we were a happy family of three.]]
[You were so wild today, moaning right in front of her.]
[She has no idea. She’s just sitting there holding the baby, smiling at me like an idiot.][]
And the most recent message:
[Let’s try something more exciting tonight!!
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Nausea surged through my stomach
I covered my mouth tightly, afraid I might throw up on the spot
How could these vulgar messages come from the straight–laced Mark I know?]]
I couldn’t understand
I really couldn’t understand
He had always been so good to me.]
Home on time timely, handed over his paycheck every month.]
During my pregnancy, he took care of all the housework
Every day he massaged my swollen legs without complaint, carefully applied stretch mark oil.]]
He even hand–washed my underwear with a smile
He treated me like something precious that might break||
Before every prenatal checkup, he’d be so anxious he couldn’t sleep the night before.[]
When I was in labor, he wasted outside the delivery room, crying louder than I was
Others talk about not getting a full night’s sleep during postpartum recovery, but I slept through every night
Mark had already arranged everything in advance.
A top rated nanny, matritional meal plans, childcare knowledge!
He even get up every night to soothe the baby!]
All so I could sleep a little longer.
Even my best friend said men like him were impossible to find
So. How could such a man cheat?
But reality slapped me hard across the face.
Mark was indeed cheating
Since my pregnancy.
1 wiped away my tears and took a deep breath
Noll
This wasn’t the time for crying
Tears wouldn’t solve anything
I photoed all those chat messages
Then, I replaced the lubricant inside the bottle with Super Glue
“Little Wild Cat, righin
It’s time for me to know who you are.
