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My husband went on a business trip just three days after my daughter was born, and was stationed in another city for a long time.
He came back every two weeks, and when he came back, he would hold the baby and never have sex with me.
Until I couldn't help it and decided to take the initiative.
When I got up to look for him at night, I accidentally found his chat records with his female subordinate.
The woman complained in a coquettish way: "Every time you come back, it's in the car, and my waist is almost broken. You won't kiss her again when you go home!"
"No, she is old and ugly, and I only love you, baby."

A Gift for Christmas

As I uttered those words, a taxi conveniently pulled up at the curb. I quickly got in, holding my daughter tightly.


Garrison chased after the car for a while before finally falling behind.


I didn't ask the driver to stop. The tears I'd been holding back all night finally broke free.


I turned my head forcefully towards the window, watching the glowing lights pass by as a sharp pain surged through my heart.


The driver was a middle-aged woman. She glanced back at me and said, "Honey, where are you heading with your little one on Christmas? All couples have their squabbles."


Fighting to control my emotions, I replied, "I'm going to my parents' house. Please take me there."


When I knocked on my family's door, Mom's face lit up with surprise, but she quickly noticed Garrison wasn't with me.


After I put my daughter to bed, I told Mom I wanted a divorce.


Chapter 9