Chapter 1

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."

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Holding this fishnet stocking that seemed fit only for foreplay, I thought Garrison wanted to try something new.

Ready to show off my skills, I blushed with anticipation.

So I got all cleaned up early and waited eagerly for him to come find me.

Little did I know, the stockings weren't meant for me at all.

Standing by his and our daughter's bed, one hand clutching the stockings and the other trembling as I scrolled through his phone messages, it was all steamy, explicit chats.

Their vulgar exchanges that day were beyond imagination, especially those provocative pet names.

It was impossible to reconcile with the man lying there, lovingly protecting our daughter.

What an absolute monster.

Looking at these trashy stockings reminded me of how he mocked my postpartum body after giving birth to our daughter. My back broke out in a cold sweat.

I used my own phone to take pictures of those messages.

At dawn, as Garrison got up to change our daughter's diaper, he happened to notice me sitting on the edge of the bed.

Glancing at the stockings I'd set aside, he said, "It's getting warmer out. You should dress up a bit. Those stockings are for you."

His gaze was full of doting tenderness, his explanation flawless.

I met his familiar smile, dimples deepening at the corners of his mouth, as I stared back into his eyes.

If I hadn't discovered his chat history, I would have blushed right now, thinking he wanted me to become more beautiful.

I never knew that this man who deeply loved me could lie so effortlessly.

I pretended to be confused as I pulled out the strange stockings to show him: "Why did you give me this thing? People might think you got the wrong item. Don't tell me you have some weird fetish!"

He also looked surprised as he glanced at the stockings and reached out to take them back: "No way, these young store clerks are so irresponsible. They must have packed the wrong item for me!"

I dodged slightly, hiding the stockings behind my back.

I tilted my face up to look at him and said: "Why don't I try them on for you, see how it feels!"

His eyes showed neither excitement nor surprise, he just used his usual doting tone and said: "Sure!"

I took the stockings and went into the dressing room, leaning against the door by myself.

Divorce?

Just thinking about it made my heart ache a little, after all, we had loved and been together for seven years.

We also have an adorable daughter, some things can't be ended abruptly.