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My husband cooked for me every day, yet caused me to miscarry again and again.
He prepared meals in various ways, all to test which foods were harmful to pregnant women.
After getting the results, he warned his childhood sweetheart, "You must never eat these."
It turned out he was only using me as a test subject.
With just one sentence, I made him regret for the rest of his life.

I Became the Guinea Pig For My Husband

In the dead of night, even the slightest sound can catch my attention.


I listened carefully, realizing it was the sound of the front door lock.


Soon after, Liar's distinctive footsteps reached my ears.


By this time, it was already four in the morning.


He didn't immediately come to our room to check on me, but chose to sit in the living room instead.


At that moment, my best friend's words suddenly flashed through my mind.


"You need to be more careful, you can't always trust people like that."


I cautiously got out of bed and pressed my ear against the door, trying to hear what Liar was up to.


It was this very action that would leave me with a lifelong shadow.


"I just got home, bro," Liar said in a hushed voice on the phone. "Go to the bar now? Are you crazy? My darling wakes up in the middle of the night. If I get caught, it's over."


After a few seconds, Liar continued, "You know what I was up to tonight."


"I went to comfort Luna. She's not feeling well during her pregnancy, someone's gotta keep her company, right?"


So, during those moments when I was writhing in pain and begging for help, you were actually comforting another woman.


Even after hearing Liar's words, I still didn't want to believe it.The way Liar loves me, was it all just an act?


Right now, my heart feels like it's been stabbed with a knife, the pain piercing deep.


I don't know how long it took, but Liar finally lay down beside me.


In less than three minutes, his snoring started.


I'm certain that Liar didn't care about my state at all.


Now, the way to find out the truth is right in front of me.


I tiptoed out of bed and walked over to Liar's phone.


Taking a deep breath, I picked it up with trembling hands.


I tried three different passcodes, all incorrect.


With one last hope, I entered a birthday - 0809.


I've never had the habit of checking phones.


I've always maintained absolute trust in Liar.


But the moment Liar's phone showed the correct passcode, cold sweat started pouring down my back.


This birthday wasn't mine, wasn't Liar's, and couldn't possibly be anyone in our family.


0809 was the birthday of Luna, Liar's childhood sweetheart.


At this moment, I felt deeply betrayed.


Even worse, upon entering the home screen, the background wallpaper was still a photo of Luna.I have to accept the harsh reality - my husband truly doesn't love me anymore.


I intended to open Liar's WeChat, but accidentally tapped the Notes app next to it instead.


As it opened, a dense wall of text filled my screen.


The title read, "Foods Pregnant Women Shouldn't Eat".


Below was a long list of food items, with two of them checked off.


So it wasn't just a coincidence, exactly as my best friend had said.


Next, I opened the chat between Liar and Luna.


Liar's nickname for Luna was incredibly intimate - "World's Best Luna".


No matter how open-minded I tried to be, seeing that nickname made my fists clench.


I scrolled through their chat history and saw they talked almost every day.


Chapter 4