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On my birthday, my husband's childhood sweetheart Irina posted the new robot that my husband and son had made for her on social media.
I casually liked the post, but soon received a scolding from my husband:
"Didn't we give you one too? Our son even baked you a cake by hand. What more do you want?"
However, Irina's robot was clearly the latest model, and even the cake our son gave her was a bit larger than mine.
They love me, but they love Irina a little more.
Perhaps I should try to let go and love them a little less too.

The Husband and Son Regret Their Favoritism

I only sustained minor injuries. A quick bandage, and I was ready to leave.


On the way home, I received another message from my husband.


"Why aren't you at home? Where are you?"


"I already told you I was working overtime. Do you really need to be this upset with me? Besides, weren't you the one who lied first?"


"Alright, just hurry back. I bought you a gift."


My husband sent a photo of a perfume bottle, but the size was clearly just a sample.


I opened Irina's social media feed and, sure enough, the real gift was there with her.


Heading home with Timmy, we had barely reached the top of the stairs when I saw my husband pacing back and forth at the door. As soon as he saw me, he walked up impatiently and scolded:


"Where on earth have you been? And why are you with this kid?"


"We just got back from the hospital. Aunt Rainey was stabbed," Timmy explained.


Chapter 5