I accidentally saw my husband's phone search history:

"What to do about menstrual cramps in girls?"

"Which brand of heating pads is the most effective?"

"How to relieve pain quickly? Can Advil help with menstrual cramps? Are there any side effects with long-term use?"

As I read each search query, I fell silent.

I'm three months pregnant, so who is he doing this for...?

"Why are you still sitting here?"

Ronan West's voice startled me from behind, snapping me back to reality.

I instinctively turned off the phone and returned it to its original spot, my heart hammering in my chest.

My cold feet were wrapped in his warm hands as Ronan knelt in front of me, frowning in disapproval.

"Didn't I tell you to go to bed earlier? Your feet are so cold."

The concern in his eyes didn't seem fake, causing me to hesitate.

For a moment, I wondered if what I had just seen was real.

In a daze, Ronan had already pulled me up effortlessly.

"Go to bed now. It's almost ten. Don't you know a pregnant woman needs plenty of sleep?"

Just then, the phone on the coffee table lit up again.

I covertly glanced at it.

"Did you hang up the clothes?"

I asked him.

"I'll take care of it once you're asleep."

He gently helped me to bed, kissed my forehead, and said, "Sleep tight," before smiling and leaving the room.

The WeChat notification sound outside the door was jarringly loud, echoing my unsettled heart.

About ten minutes passed before Ronan came back in.

He said, "Vivian, there's some business at the law firm I need to attend to. Go to sleep; don't wait up for me."

Liar.

I stared at him quietly for a moment before asking, "Do you really have to go now?"

"Yes, it's urgent. Be good and sleep. Tomorrow I'll bring you your favorite sandwich."

Tomorrow meant he wouldn't be back tonight. Not waiting for my response, he left the room.

The heavy door muffled the sound of the engine outside. I lay in bed, lost in thought.

Until the sudden ringing of Ronan's forgotten phone pulled my thoughts back.

The call display read "Luna Morgan."

Ronan's junior, the one he claimed was always causing trouble.

I let the phone ring without answering, knowing he must have been in a rush to forget it.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, I followed Ronan out the door.

It was my first time tailing someone.

The cab driver gave me a knowing look and said, "Got it."

Messages from Ronan's phone kept pinging:

"Senior, when will you arrive?"

"Didn't you say half an hour? It's been forty minutes now, boohoo."

"I'm alone here. Can you hurry up? My stomach really hurts..."

"Is it because Vivian won't let you go out? Can you tell her to send me to the hospital? I think I'm going to faint from the pain..."

A wave of indescribable emotions surged through me. The cab braked suddenly, and I couldn't help but retch.

As I turned my head, I saw a familiar figure on the street.

The driver followed my gaze and understandingly stopped the car.

Half an hour ago, Ronan had said he had urgent business. Now, he was kneeling in front of a girl curled up on the ground, speaking softly.

From a distance, I couldn't hear what they were saying.

I watched as Luna buried her head into Ronan's arm, nuzzling gently.

Ronan stroked her head and said something before lifting her into his arms and placing her in the car.

As he got in from the other side, I saw him exhale silently.

I think I understood why Ronan had been so restless tonight.

"Should we follow them?"

The driver asked me.

I swallowed the swirling emotions in my heart and said, “Let’s not follow him anymore.”

When I first saw the search history, I deceived myself into thinking it might be some close female colleague.

Ronan is the only son in his family - no sisters.

The only relative he has is a cousin, but no matter how close their relationship, who would have such a lack of boundaries to let a male colleague prepare those things for them?

It wasn't until I saw that familiar nickname, until the endless chat records started appearing one by one before my eyes, until I saw that familiar profile.

Luna is Ronan’s junior from the same school and major.

One year, Ronan, as an outstanding alumnus, went to Westwood University to share his experiences with the graduates. When he came back, he told me he had met a particularly interesting younger schoolmate.

During the Q&A session, while other students were asking about professional employment issues, this little girl stood up and unrelatedly asked him if he had a girlfriend.

Amidst the burst of laughter, Ronan was taken aback by the question.

He’s handsome and capable, and was a campus sensation during his university days. Many girls liked him.

Countless girls proactively approached him, and I was one of them.

But I was still delighted that among the thousands of admirers, he chose me.

At that time, he was accompanying me, sitting on the couch watching soap operas. I asked him how he responded.

He said, “What else could I say? I showed her the ring on my finger, of course.”

I also just took it as a joke and didn’t think much of it.

There was even a sense of pride that my treasure was envied by others but remained mine.

I never expected that a trivial incident would be the beginning of our marriage crisis.

The first time I saw Luna in person was at Ronan’s law firm.

It was our wedding anniversary, and after work, I went to his office to wait for him.

But on his desk, I saw a package of strawberry print wet wipes.

Luna approached with a coffee in her hand and enthusiastically introduced herself, telling me she was Ronan’s schoolmate.

She expressed her admiration for him and said she envied our relationship, urging me to share our love story with her.

That was the first time I felt a sense of crisis.

The unwavering fearless look in her eyes was too obvious.

Seeing my frowned face, she apologized, saying she was naturally outgoing and asked me not to mind. She was merely envious of our relationship and regretted not experiencing a passionate love during her university days.

That night, for the first time, I lost my temper at Ronan - who’s usually very stable - questioning why he didn’t tell me and why someone else’s things were in his office.

It was mostly a one-sided vent on my part because Ronan was calmer than I was.

When I finished venting, he sighed and softly comforted me, “She’s just an intern. Why get so upset?”

“Vivian, do we really lack that bit of trust between us? Don’t you know what kind of person I am?”

He showed the stains on his white shirt, saying he accidentally spilled coffee on himself during lunch but had to meet a client urgently, so he used Luna’s wet wipes.

Though I was upset, I didn’t want to ruin our eagerly awaited anniversary, so I softened and believed him, thinking it was just an intern.

And I thought that was the end of it.

I don’t know when exactly it started, but the frequency of hearing Luna’s name from Ronan’s mouth increased gradually.

Initially, it was complaints. He said he’d never seen someone so careless - as a lawyer, she could mistakenly handle client information, causing the entire team’s months of effort to go down the drain.

Afterwards, even those who adhered to the tradition of no talking during meals or at bedtime couldn't stay away from their phones. The reason was always an ongoing case they hadn't explained to the interns.

I watched his fingers fly across the screen, typing until the food on the table went cold. Or he’d turn his back to me, his phone screen glowing all night long. Sometimes his lips would press into a tight line, other times a slight smile would play on them. But what kind of questions needed the head of the law firm to answer personally?

The next morning, Ronan brought me a sandwich from that little place as he had promised. The red in his eyes betrayed a sleepless night.

"Why do you smell like disinfectant? Did you go to the hospital?"

Ronan froze for a moment, then said, "No, I didn't shower last night, so I probably just stink a bit."

I stirred the oatmeal in my bowl, pretending to be relieved. "It's fine as long as you're not unwell. You left in such a hurry last night and forgot your phone. I couldn't reach you."

A hint of guilt flashed across Ronan's face as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. "I'm sorry, Vivian. Last night was really busy. I couldn't take care of you."

"That case I was working on just needs a bit of finishing up. Once that's done today, I'll have a few days off, and we can go out for some relaxation."

Today? But today was our scheduled prenatal checkup. He forgot.

Seeing my frown, he kissed me again, "Little mommy-to-be, don't frown so much. A happy heart means a healthy, beautiful baby."

I pushed aside the uneasy feeling in my heart and gave him a reassuring smile. I said it was okay. I could go alone.

He could lie flawlessly, and I could hide my sadness just as well. Seeing my demeanor, Ronan sighed, looking even more remorseful. I did it on purpose. Deliberately acted magnanimous, deliberately made him feel guilty. Deliberately played the role of the considerate, understanding wife.

While waiting for the test results, I idly scrolled through short videos. Suddenly, a name on the waiting room's big screen caught my attention. Luna.

Then, a mechanical female voice called out, "Luna, please proceed to examination room number three."

My heart skipped a beat, a suspicion I didn’t want to accept surfaced. Then, the scene before me stabbed at my eyes again.

Ronan, who I had parted with less than an hour ago, was helping Luna walk slowly to the examination room. We were separated by just two rows of seats.

Luna whimpered continuously as Ronan, seeming to complain but actually concerned, said, "See, you wouldn't take care of yourself, chugging down ice water without thinking of the consequences? Oh, not ice water, wine."

"I know I was wrong. You're still lecturing me now?"

"If it happens again, I won't help you."

Luna leaned closer to him, saying, "If you do, you’re a little puppy."

Ronan gave her back a gentle pat, "Still so cheeky?"

Their voices faded, and a wave of nausea hit me. I began to dry heave again, trying to blend into the crowd, hiding myself away. Feeling ridiculous at my own reaction, I realized I was the legitimate wife, so why did I feel like the one caught in a compromising situation?

So my husband, once again using the excuse of being busy, forgot our prenatal appointment, and on the same day, took another girl for her menstrual pain.

Tears silently rolled down my cheeks, and I felt a profound sadness for my situation. Young love had ultimately led to this.