I was on duty in the obstetrics and gynecology department during a holiday, and I met my wife.

After coming out of the obstetrics clinic, she cried with joy and waved the ultrasound report.

"I'm pregnant! I'm finally pregnant!"

But when she got married, she said she was a Dink.

She also ordered me to get a vasectomy...

1

I was getting off the elevator when Kayla Reed came out of the obstetrics and gynecology clinic.

I was surprised to meet her.

Because she just made a fuss with me yesterday and asked me to accompany her to Disneyland on holiday.

I could only explain to her that during the holiday, I got a rare opportunity to go to another hospital for exchange and study.

After I came back, I would take her out to play for a few more days as an apology.

But I didn't tell her that I was in the hospital in this city. Why did she follow me...

I was just about to call her.

Suddenly, she covered her face and looked at the ultrasound report with tears of joy, as if she was carefully confirming it.

She burst into an excited cry.

"I'm pregnant! I'm finally pregnant!"

I froze.

Kayla was pregnant?

We had been married for six years, and Kayla had been a Dink for six years.

And this year, she ordered me to get a sterilization.

She said we'd be married for seven years, and she wanted me to show my loyalty.

The baby in her belly...

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest and head. I staggered and held onto the wall.

The obstetrics and gynecology department was crowded on holiday.

There were sobs of joy and sounds of cursing. They were intertwined and endless.

But I seemed to hear nothing, as if I could only hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

Kayla and I had been married for six years and had been in love for ten years.

Our relationship was stable, and we rarely even quarrel.

We were too familiar with each other, just like one person.

The excitement and surprise on her face were genuine. I noticed that.

I had never seen her yelling so disrespectfully and even inappropriately.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that she was so strange.

It was like I never knew her.

So why?

Why was she pregnant with someone else's baby?

Or was there some misunderstanding?

Before I could figure it out.

A panting man pushed through the crowd, brushed past me, and ran to Kayla.

"How's it going? Are you pregnant?"

I knew that voice all too well.

I turned around stiffly.

I looked up.

It was Issac Groves...

He had been my roommate in college.

2

He was wearing a leather jacket and had his hair combed back. He snatched the ultrasound form from Kayla's hand and rushed into the obstetrics department.

His voice could be heard throughout the corridor, trembling with anxiety. "Doctor, what does this picture mean? Is she pregnant?"

Kayla also walked in again.

I was in the ward next to theirs, with my back against the wall, and could hear their conversation clearly.

"Isn't it clearly written at the bottom of the list? And I've just explained it to your wife. Why don't you just ask her?"

Issac said, "No, doctor. I'm worried. I want to hear it from you in person."

The doctor said, "Where are you? You cannot cut in line or make a scene here. There are so many people waiting in line. Why are you yelling? If you hit a pregnant woman, are you responsible?

"Go line up at the back!"

Issac said, "No, you old bitch. I'm speaking to you in a nice way, but you don't understand, right?"

The doctor said, "Hey, hey. Don't hit me!"

"Security! Security!"

The consulting room next door was in chaos.

I didn't have much friendship with Issac, but from occasional conversations with my roommates, I knew that he was a bohemian person.

He was two years older than me. After graduating from university, his family arranged for him to go abroad.

I heard that after making some money reselling motorcycles, he quit his job and traveled around the world.

I had his contact information. He post on his Ins every few days.

They were all beauties with different looks, dancing closely, smoking, and getting intoxicated in the nightclub.

I couldn't help but sneer.

Before we got married, Kayla told me that she didn't like men drinking or smoking because she hated the smell of cigarettes.

She said that men should have a stable career and take care of their family.

She also said that she liked clean boys.

As a doctor, I was always busy, which made her feel at ease.

Issac just passed by me.

I noticed his arms full of tattoos and the pungent smell of cigarettes that could not be covered up.

This was Kayla's choice.

Her so-called standards and requirements were only for me.

3

The security guard's scolding immediately brought my confused thoughts back to reality.

Issac had his hands tied and was dragged on the ground, shouting in dissatisfaction.

"I paid for the medical treatment. You are so rude. You should respect the patient's family. Do you understand?

"I haven't been back here for a long time. How come there are still so many barbarians? I'm going to complain about you all! Shit!"

From my perspective, I could see that Kayla was so anxious that she was about to cry.

She was wearing the same lavender skirt that I had bought for her on our wedding anniversary last month.

The skirt was indeed beautiful, making her look very pitiful.

Her eyes were red. She tugged at the doctor's sleeve, begging.

"Doctor, I'm sorry. My husband was so excited when he heard the news of my pregnancy. He really didn't mean to offend you.

"Please be magnanimous and help us. Don't alert the security guards.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I apologize! I apologize to everyone! We'll leave right away!"

Hearing this, I felt sad.

The overwhelming sadness was like the sea, crashing into my body again and again as she spoke.

That was Kayla.

Since we started dating, I had spoiled Kayla.

Kayla was a famous beauty in our university and pursued by countless boys. She had been very proud.

Such an arrogant and cold person was now apologizing for a man in public.

She pleaded humbly.

The security guard stopped and asked them to leave quickly.

Issac felt humiliated and wanted to argue and start a fight.

But he accidentally slapped Kayla in the face. Her face immediately swelled up.

Kayla was not angry, but with cried. She discussed with him in a gentle voice.

"Dear, today is a happy day. Please don't be angry, okay?

"I'll accompany you tonight and cook you a good meal when we get home, okay?"

A happy day...

Home......

Although I had already guessed something about what had just happened, my heart still hurt when I heard Kayla say it herself.

After six years of marriage, she said she was a Dink.

But secretly without telling me, she and my roommate started a family and had a child.

I felt betrayed and humiliated. The intimate conversation between them was really like that between a husband and wife.

Then what was I?

Why? Why did she lie to me? Why did she humiliate me like this?

My head was splitting. I felt a throbbing pain in my chest, and I slid down the wall weakly.

My head was about to explode as I kept replaying every little detail of my marriage.

The familiar voice penetrated into my ears like a spell.

It was Kayla's voice. Her tone was joyful and coquettish.

"Honey, do you like boys or girls?

"I like girls. She will love me more..."

The sound gradually faded away, and I couldn't bear it any longer.

I hurriedly left the hospital on the pretext of feeling unwell.

4

I didn't call or go directly to question Kayla.

I found a friend.

After briefly explaining my purpose, my friend looked shocked. He half-jokingly said.

"Harlan, are you kidding me? You and Kayla are a well-known model couple. How could she...

"Harlan, Kayla treats you like the apple of her eye. We all know it. Are you mistaken?"

I remained silent.

He obviously sensed that the atmosphere was abnormal and immediately became serious.

I went straight home in the afternoon.

Sure enough, Kayla was not at home.

But she sent me a message, in her usual style, starting with a cute cat emoji and said: [Have you eaten yet?]

There were a few more voice messages, but I didn't listen to them.

I mocked in my heart. She was in Issac's arms, and yet she could find time to deal with me.

She was really good at managing her time.

I felt sick when I thought about how her seemingly caring messages in the past were all lies to appease me.

My friend was very fast and sent me an email.

Couple hotel, resort, and convenient hotel...

Two full pages were Kayla's hotel check-in records for the past three months.

There were even detailed entry and exit times, all of which were when I worked the night shift...

I was shocked. I stared them blankly. It took me a long time to come to my senses.

Only when faced with irrefutable evidence would I be willing to believe it completely.

Kayla cheated on me and slept with someone else.

She did this every late night when I worked hard.

I remembered that every time I came back from the night shift, Kayla was still lying on the bed.

She looked like a lazy cat who had not yet woken up. She reached out to me and asked me to sleep with her for a while longer.

I always thought she was considerate of me working overtime and was acting coquettishly to let me sleep.

Well.

It turned out that she was tired after playing with Issac.

I clutched my phone.

In these years, Kayla always said that she was in poor health, did not want children, and wanted to enjoy being with me only for the rest of her life.

She also said that having a baby would make her out of shape.

She said that giving birth to a child was dangerous.

She wanted me to love her and wanted to be the little girl I spoiled all her life.

But as a man, I wanted offspring.

I had been under so much pressure from the outside world and my family.

But because I loved Kayla, I endured everything by myself, digested the harsh words by myself, and even agreed to get a sterilization.

I wanted to make her feel at ease.

But what about now?

She betrayed me.

What was I in her eyes? A tool to provide her with a good reputation? A stupid man who supported her?

I looked at the familiar dialog. Kayla was still using the couple profile picture with me.

I changed my profile picture silently.

No matter how sweet it was once, everything had changed.

Her deception was thorough.

I didn't want to care about her anymore.

I called my lawyer.

We would get a divorce.

5

It was already late at night when the divorce agreement was drafted.

I contacted the best divorce attorney in the city.

I introduce myself.

He also enthusiastically advised me not to rush to tell her, but to collect all the evidence of Kayla's extramarital affair and make the final blow.

After I finished my work, I went to sleep. The next day, when I turned on my phone, it started ringing non-stop.

Kayla sent me all those messages.

[You're brave now, aren't you? You didn't even reply to my message?]

[Is your phone out of battery? Or are you still in surgery? Remember to call me back later!]

[Harlan, you don't even answer my phone calls, right?]

[Are you cheating on me?]