Fortunately, the fruit knife flew and did not hit my face, but instead cut my arm.

Blood gushed out wildly. It felt like my heart was bleeding.

“Ouch! It's bleeding.” Garcia pretended to be nervous, but a playful smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

“Hmph, as long as she doesn’t die, it’s fine! When it comes to handling a woman, you can’t afford to go soft; otherwise, it’ll just cause a bigger mess,” Javier said firmly.

Several people laughed together, praising Javier's excellent family status and looked at me as if I were a dog.

A strong sense of humiliation spread in my heart. It almost suffocated me, so I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my flesh.

My cousin stood up and pretended to be a good person at that moment. “Forget it, forget it. My cousin is still pregnant. If something happens to her out of anger, it will be terrible.”

One of their friends chimed in, “Garcia, you are just too kind, that's why you are always bullied outside.”

Javier looked at Garcia with a doting look on his face, then glanced at me with disgust and said, “I get angry just by looking at you! Forget it, let's go out and have a party.”

He walked away with a few others in a swagger, not caring at all about the bleeding arm I had.

Finally, I went to the nearest clinic to bandage my wound myself. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and did not require stitches. 

However, when the doctor saw that I was pregnant, he could not help but ask, “Where is your husband? Doesn't he take care of you? If you injure your arm today and it accidentally hits your belly someday, the consequences could be serious.”

“He... is dead,” I said indifferently.

With Javier's character, he was useless except for sucking my money. Was it not the same as being dead?

“Oh, I am sorry.” The doctor was stunned for a moment, then his eyes gradually became sympathetic as he looked at me. 

He prescribed me a box of anti-inflammatory drugs and gave me a few more instructions.

As I was paying, I accidentally scrolled to my WhatsApp Story and suddenly saw a post from my cousin.

She, Javier and others held a party in a villa filled with fruits and seafood.

But I seemed to have seen the environment of the villa before, especially the words “God Rewards Hard Work” hanging on the wall, which looks the most familiar.

I watched the video repeatedly and finally confirmed that it was Javier’s former home.

He told me that he was completely bankrupt, penniless and owed hundreds of thousands of dollars in wages. So, I helped pay it off bit by bit.

But how was he having a party in his old villa then?

Only one possible answer that made sense, that Javier was not completely bankrupt.

It was terrifying when I thought about it!

I just felt a chill on my spine, a pain in my heart and a dizzy head.

If the doctor had not held me up, I would have fainted on the spot.

What kind of monster did I marry?

Two years of love. Married for five years. I gave him all with all my heart.

It was not worth it, totally not worth it.

I returned home in a daze, not wanting to eat or take a shower and curled up in bed.

At night, Javier came back drunk, climbed onto the bed, hugged me and asked in my ear, “My dear, is your arm seriously injured?”

“So you knew I was injured?” I asked back coldly.

"Hey, didn’t we agree on this before? Men handle the outside world and women take care of the inside. If you don’t respect that, I’ll lose my temper for sure. How else can I keep my friends from laughing at me?"

Javier sighed, reached his hand into my nightgown and stroked my belly.

I just found it funny and took his dirty hand away with disgust.

What did it mean that men work outside and women work inside?

In the past, I was the only one who took care of everything at home and outside. Javier was lazy and only cared about enjoying himself all day long.

He doesn't have any sense of manliness at all.

I should have seen that he was a liar.

“Good days will come once my son is born, haha."

Javier suddenly laughed.

I thought to myself, ‘Javier, these are your good days, right? Then I will be in trouble. You will kick me out and I will have no place to live.’

I thought Javier would continue to say something, but he fell into a deep sleep in just a few seconds.

Taking the opportunity, I secretly took his mobile phone and collected various pieces of evidence to pave a way out for myself.

I suddenly discovered that Javier had two WhatsApp accounts, one of which was very normal and serious.

But the other WhatsApp account was quite different. Javier’s note for Garcia was ‘My dear wife.’

The chat records between the two were particularly explicit.

[Javier: My dear wife, I am so lonely and want you so much.]

[Garcia: Honey, look at my new Balenciaga stockings. I'll wear them to see you this afternoon, okay?]

Similar conversations filled the screen. There were also many explicit photos.

In addition, there were multiple transfers from Javier to Garcia, all perfectly aligning with the times Javier came to me asking for money. 

Each time, he fabricated excuses, claiming his parents were sick, his friends needed help, or his nephew could not afford school fees. 

I foolishly believed him and handed over the money, only for it to end up funding Garcia’s lavish lifestyle.

Poor me.

I endured hunger and hardship for that money, living off burgers and coke for every meal, not even daring to splurge on a slice of cheese.

I had not even bought new clothes in several years.

Then, I opened Javier’s friend group and their latest chat history was discussing me.

[If you ask me, Felicia is really a fool. She has been kept in the dark for so many years and didn't realize that Javier was pretending to be disabled.]

[That's because Javier is a good actor.]

[It was just a trick of self-torture to control Felicia for five years. Otherwise, Felicia would have been living happily abroad long ago.]

In addition to the gossip of my friends, Javier was also showing off how he had used the torture trick to deceive me.

How to suck my money, how to play with my feelings. 

He even said that I was as naughty as a dog in bed and liked being whipped.

Before I read all of it, I was so angry that I burst into tears.

It turned out that Javier deliberately ruined my life.

It turned out that he had been having an affair with Garcia five years ago, but Garcia was afraid of pain and did not want to have a baby.

So, she used me to do it for her.

But, I did not want to be a tool anymore.

From that moment on, I would live only for myself.

Since I could not sleep anymore that night, I cut up all the clothes I prepared for my child, smashed all the toys and bottles I bought.

The next morning, Javier suddenly had the urge to buy breakfast. So, I also took the opportunity to pack up all my things. 

But, when I was about to throw them into the mobile trash bin outside, Javier came back.

“What are you throwing away in all those big and small bags?” Javier asked puzzledly.

“Nothing, just some unwanted stuff."

Before I could finish my words, a broken milk bottle suddenly fell out.

Javier was stunned and frowned. “Is it included?" 

“I accidentally broke it and want to replace it with a new one,” I directly explained.

“I see.” Javier nodded slightly, without giving it much thought and then said with a smile, “I bought you some salad with chicken breast and healthy fruit juice. Let’s eat it.”

He wanted to appease me.

It was ridiculous to think about it.

From the chat records, when Garcia was angry, Javier gave her a red envelope of several hundred dollars. He had even bought bags worth ten thousand dollars.

However, he coaxed me into buying only a caesar salad bowl and the fruit he chose on juice were the ones I did not really like.

“Honey, why do you only eat? Drink it too.”

After Javier gave the fruit juice in front of me, he saw that I did not move and was immediately puzzled. 

He slapped his forehead and said, “Oh, I forgot you are allergic to mango.”

“You and Garcia are cousins and she's not allergic, so why can't you be allergic? Is it because the genes on your father's side are not good?”

The first thing that came to his mind was not guilt, but blaming me for being allergic to mango.

That was really ridiculous.

But he was right about one thing, paternal genes were undeniably important.

I could not bear to imagine the possibility of giving birth to a child who might inherit Javier's selfishness and cruelty. 

The thought of being tormented by both father and son filled me with dread.

In the end, there would be no dignity left for me, no coffin, no ceremony. Just a lonely burial wrapped in a roll of straw.

“By the way, shall we go watch the meteor shower together tonight?” Javier suddenly suggested.

I vaguely remember that not long ago, I told Javier that I wanted to watch a meteor shower.

“Garcia has been waiting for a long time. Let's go together and take care of each other,” Javier continued.

In an instant, my heart sank. It turned out he did it to Garcia again.

As a result, I really did not want to go, but Javier forced me into the car that night.

He was so brutal that all kinds of pulling and forcing he did, did not even care about the fetus.

When we arrived at the place, Garcia and her group were already waiting there.

“Honey, you and Garcia should have a barbecue,” Javier said and turned around to go drink with his friends.

“Felicia, I leave it to you. I don't know how to do anything,” Garcia said with a smile.

As she finished speaking, she leaned back in the recliner and played with her phone.

At that moment, I finally understood why Javier insisted on having me come. It turned out that he wanted me to be the cook and serve them food and drinks.

I said to my cousin indifferently, “If you want to eat, make it yourself.”

“What's your attitude? It's just a barbecue, right? Why are you so fierce?” Garcia deliberately raised her voice and yelled.

Javier immediately became unhappy and turned to protect his lover, saying, “Honey, let Garcia do less work. She has had a cold these past two days and is not feeling well.”

Such a heart-warming look, it was undoubtedly true love. That was also a treatment I had never felt before.

Garcia was full of pride, raised the corner of her mouth, lowered her voice and deliberately said provocatively, “Felicia, I think your husband dislikes you less and less recently?

“But that's normal. Look at your big face and the fat around your waist. You look like a pig. It's disgusting to look at you.

“Well, so sorry to say that, don't take it seriously and just cook, okay?”

Her teasing look completely irritated me.

The pent-up anger suddenly erupted, so I grabbed a cardboard box and threw it over, hitting Garcia's head steadily.

“Ouch, you bitch! How dare you hit me?”

Garcia had a bad temper to begin with and she exploded immediately, rushing forward and pulling me off the chair.

My body fell to the ground.

My stomach suddenly ached and I could not help but frown. Then I felt something sticky in my lower body.

“What's going on?” Javier ran over in a hurry and asked.

“She hit me and she acted pitiful,” Garcia cried and complained first.

“I don't …."

The pain in my stomach made me break out in cold sweats, look painful and even couldn’t muster the energy to speak.

“How could Garcia lie?” Javier had a gloomy face and gritted his teeth as he ordered me, “Hurry up and apologize to Garcia, or I'll punish you by making you sleep on the grass tonight.”

Garcia next to him was extremely proud. But I no longer have the mood to be angry.

“My stomach hurts, take me to the hospital,” I let out a weak cry for help.

But Javier's face turned even colder and he cursed, “You stinky bitch, can you stop pretending?”

“Felicia, as long as you say sorry to me, I will forgive you. After all, the ground is quite cold.”

Garcia followed with a sarcastic tone.

“I … I ….”

At that moment, I held my stomach, unable to utter a complete sentence and only felt endless sadness.

My consciousness was gradually becoming blurred and I could vaguely hear someone shouting, “Why is the ground so sticky?”

“It's blood!”

“Felicia is bleeding.”