Divorce After Having a Child

In my late pregnancy stage, I saw my husband posted on Facebook.

It read, "After my wife gives birth to a child, can I kick her out while keeping everything?"

"Back then, I married her because she could bear baby for me. She was useless after her mission is completed. What's the point of keeping her?"

The comments were all curses. The scumbag calmly replied to one of the comments.

"You asked me why I married her?

"Because the woman I love can't bear children."

Later, I found a pregnancy test report at my best friend's house, which showed that she couldn't get pregnant or bear baby.

Late at night, a stranger forwarded me a post on Whatsapp.

At the message, my heart skipped a beat.

I had a bad feeling, asking, "Who are you?"

After the message was sent, a red exclamation mark appeared on the screen.

The other party seemed to be afraid that I would find out who he/she was and quickly blocked me.

On the chat window, there were only a few words.

It seemed that the purpose was to let me know about this post.

I, who was eight-months-old pregnant, suppressed my anger as I read the post again.

"In order to get her pregnant, I have to suppress my disgust and have sex with her. Do you know how painful I am?"

"The woman I love the most can't give birth to my child, and my parents are in a hurry to have a child. She watched me marry another woman, and I feel very guilty about it."

"If my lover hadn't read her physical examination report, saying that she was healthy and fit for giving birth to my child."

"I don't think she will ever have a chance to come into contact with the upper class in her life."

The netizen could no longer hold back.

"Your thinking is so out-dated. We are living in an advanced society now, aren't we?"

"How rich is your family? Why are you so arrogant?"

"It is universally known that the upper class likes to do dirty things. Now it seems that it's true."

I thought he was making up a story so that he could gain popularity and do a live streaming for gaining monetary benefits.

After all, the man in the story was too vicious, and his words sounded particularly righteous.

Moreover, in this era, no one cared about the class gap anymore.

There was huge difference between my husband and me.

But we got along after marriage. He had always agreed to all my requests.

Especially after I got pregnant, I wanted pizza from a designated shop after waking up in the middle of the night. Hearing so, he put on his clothes and went out to buy some for me without any hesitation.

Just as I was about to comment on this post...

My husband, Javion Hunt, came back.

I put down my cell phone and ran to him barefooted.

He held the pizza he bought for me in his hands. Fearing that my clothes would get stained, he raised his arm high.

Seeing that I was not wearing shoes, he frowned and said, "Even though there is underground heating at home, you can't step on the floor without shoes."

I unpacked the box and ate pizza. It tasted so delicious.

He took out a tissue with a smile and wiped the stain from the corner of my mouth for me. Then, he took out a can of take away mushroom soup as a surprise.

"Fearing that I'll be delayed on the road for too long, I put it in my arms to keep it warm."

He pulled me to the sofa, squatted down, and tucked my feet into his arms to warm them.

At this moment, I felt that I was the happiest woman in the world.

While brushing my teeth, I was so bored that I accidentally clicked open the scumbag's post.

He complained in the comment section, "When a woman is pregnant, she acts up! It's one a.m. , but she insists on asking me to buy pizza."

At this point, my eyelids twitched.

"She looks disgusting when she eats pizza."

"But she didn't know that I played some tricks."

"When her stomach tortures her, let's see if she dares to be that rule-less again."

Through the screen, I could imagine her arrogant look.

Someone asked, "Aren't you afraid that she will find out?"

The scumbag was confident, saying, "No, she's eight-months-old pregnant now. She's reluctant to take medicine for the sake of her child, let alone go for a checkup."

The toothbrush in my hands fell to the ground with a thud, and my stomach churned.

"Pizza. How could it be so coincidental?"

I clicked open his profile page and saw that he was in the city where I lived.

Except for this post, there was nothing else in the account.

I swallowed hard, put down my mouthwash cup, and turned to walk to the bedroom.

Pushing the door open, I prayed in my heart that Javion was not the person who had posted it.

When we were in love, Javion knew that I grew up in a single-parent family and had never enjoyed fatherly love.

He took good care of me and tolerated my bad temper all the time. He had never been angry with me.

Even my best friend who introduced us to each other told me that Javion was such a good man.

My other friend complained that her boyfriend was not considerate enough. My bestie directly persuaded her to break up with him.

In her opinion, Javion was the only good man.

I took a deep breath and seemed to have made up my mind. Putting my hand on the doorknob, I twisted it gently.

Javion covered his eyes with his arms to block the light as he was asleep on the bed. His cell phone wasn't beside his pillow.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he put down his arm and said, "Honey, have you finished washing up? Come and sleep."

He sounded so sleepy.

I was both angry and amused.

Two months ago, I felt disgusted by the black spots on the strawberry. I cried and said that I didn't want to eat them.

Javion was tolerant of me. He silently took out a toothpick and patiently removed the black spots.

How could I associate such a good man with the scumbag in the post?