While I was vomiting out of pregnancy, I gave Dustin a call.

It was my best friend who answered the phone.

She said on the other end of the phone in a coquettish voice, "Angelica, Dustin was drunk last night and stayed at my place for the whole night. He hasn't woken up yet."

"What's the matter? I'll convey a message for you."

I didn't cry or make a fuss. I took a taxi to the hospital alone and almost died on the operating table.

When Dustin saw my flat belly and the divorce agreement, he cried and asked me why.

The morning sickness this time was more intense than ever before.

I felt very uncomfortable and subconsciously called Dustin.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. "Angelica, Dustin was drunk last night and stayed at my place for the whole night."

"What's the matter? I'll convey a message for you."

Heather's tone was like that of a hostess. I was stunned for a moment and stared at the phone screen for a long time.

After confirming that I had dialed the right number, I found my voice and asked the question in my heart.

"Why is he with you? Isn't he on a business trip?"

Heather chuckled and pretended to be surprised. "Didn't he tell you? I thought he told you that we had a party yesterday, and he drank too much on the spur of the moment. We all drank and couldn't drive, so I let him sleep at my place for the night."

"Angelica, we are best friends. You won't mind it, will you?"

I tightened my grip on my phone, feeling annoyed for some reason.

Heather and I grew in the same residential complex as Dustin.

Ever since we were young, we three had been close.

She was my best friend and Dustin's buddy.

When I was young, I was proud to have such pure feelings.

However, as I grew older, I started to get tired of such a relationship.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Heather was the so-called goody-two-shoes.

When I was dating Dustin in the hotel, she suddenly came from a corner of the room and gave us a big "surprise".

In the end, the three of us lay down and chatted under the quilt.

They were chatting and I was listening.

I had reminded Heather more than once that she had no sense of propriety and had made Dustin draw a clear line between him and Heather.

Whenever I said this, she would stand on the moral high ground and accuse me. "If I had feelings for Dustin, we'd have sex long ago. It wouldn't have been your turn."

Dustin also persuaded me. "Heather is always careless. She's just my buddy. Don't think too much about it."

Buddies? They were so close that they could sleep together and share the coffee together?

Before we got married, I asked Dustin to choose between Heather and me.

Ever since then, I had lost contact with Heather. We were like fire and water, and whenever we met, we would exchange sarcastic remarks.

Dustin rarely mentioned her in front of me.

When they met in public, they pretended not to know each other.

After that, he showed that he loved me very much and was considerate to me.

If it weren't for my morning sickness, I wouldn't have known that he lied to me when he said he would come back next week.

I knew without thinking who he had been with in the past few days.

There were some things I couldn't think carefully about.

Once I thought about it carefully, I realized that his gentleness and consideration in the past were all fake.

Coming to my senses, I said to the other end of the phone, "Ask Dustin to go with me to the hospital for a prenatal examination tomorrow."

"Okay, but I can't guarantee that he'll go..."

I couldn't be bothered with her stupid provocation and hung up the phone

I thought to myself, "Not ever again."

I closed my eyes wearily and held back the nausea and bitterness in my throat. Subconsciously, I raised my hand to touch my lower abdomen.

Baby, do you think Daddy will let us down?

The next day, I waited at the hospital from 7 a.m. to 2 p.m.

I registered again and again, but Dustin didn't show up.

In the past, every time I had a check-up, Dustin would take me to the hospital. Even if it was weekdays, he would ask for leave.

He knew better than me about many things to pay attention to about the examinations.

In his words, it was a blessing for me to be willing to give birth to a child for him.

If he couldn't share my burden, he would be too ashamed to say that he was my husband.

Disappointed, I took out my phone and dialed his number.

Nearly half an hour later, the call was connected.

Dustin's voice was rough as he gasped for breath. "Angelica, I was busy just now. What's the matter?"

I asked expressionlessly, "Have you forgotten what day it is today?"

Dustin was yet to come to his senses when he grunted.

"I'm sorry, Angelica. I'm so busy today that I forgot. Please hold on. I'll be back tonight."

He seemed very anxious. Before I could reply, he hung up the call.

My heart suddenly lurched, and I felt a sharp pain as if needles had pricked it.

I sat in the corridor of the hospital for a long time until the tears at the corners of my eyes dried up. There was not a single drop left.

My phone suddenly rang.

It was Heather's profile picture, a kitten.

I didn't remember when she friended me. We hadn't chatted for a long time since we fell out.

She sent me a link and provocatively told me that she would snatch everything that belonged to me, including Dustin.

"He doesn't love you anymore. He doesn't say it because you're pregnant with his child. Do you think he'll still care about you when I have his child? You should know when to give up."

I clicked on the link that Heather had sent me. It was a post sent by Dustin using his alt account.

"My wife is pregnant. What should I do if I take a fancy to her best friend?"

It could be seen that he was anxious.

A group of his good friends gave him advice in the comment area, and some people said that he was a jerk.

Dustin replied to a comment.

He said that he loved me very much since young. We had always been on good terms. We could be said to be an exemplary couple.

"But a person couldn't fall in love with only one person in his life. You can say that I am not dedicated, but I'm not a jerk."

"What's more, my wife's best friend is skillful in sex. She wears a dress all day long around me. No man can resist her charm."

Someone asked him if he was afraid that I would divorce him if I found out.

His answer was "My wife is pregnant with my child. She won't leave me".

What a firm tone.

In an instant, anger and unwillingness burned in my veins like lava. I felt repressed and painful every time I breathed.

As expected of the man who had been with me for many years.

He knew me very well.

He knew that I wanted to have a home, so I wouldn't leave him.

When I got home, Dustin took the bag from my hand as if nothing had happened and carefully helped me to the dining table.

"Honey, are you hungry? Have a rest. I'll make your favorite dish."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently kissed between my eyebrows and rubbed my hair.

I looked at his back in confusion and felt that it was a little unreal as if everything I had experienced today was fake.

He was still the husband who loved me.

But I knew very well that my husband was with another woman during my check-up.

Dingdong.

Dustin's phone screen lit up.

I saw Heather's profile picture pop up. The label Dustin gave her was "Wild Kitten".

I clicked on it and found that they had befriended each other before I was pregnant. It had been a year since then.

I flipped through the chat history between him and Heather with trembling hands.

It was as expected.

Dustin was prepared for this. Only today's chat was left.

Heather kept sending him messages.

"Will you come to me tonight?"

"I've received the collar you bought for the cat last time. I took a picture. Do you like it?"

Then, Heather sent a photo, which was shockingly obscene.

Seeing that Dustin didn't reply to her, she sent a voice message. "When are you divorcing that old woman? If you like children so much, I can give birth to a child for you..."

"Don't tell me you can't bear to part with her. Didn't you say that Angelica is like a piece of meat when it comes to sex? You feel sick when you see her and have no interest in her at all."

I covered my mouth in disbelief. Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell on the phone screen.

"Angelica, bring me my phone. I have to see if Mr. Brown has sent me today's business plan."

I quickly wiped away the tears on my face and set the message as unread.

Dustin didn't notice anything wrong with me. As he took the phone, he gently kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you, honey."

I couldn't help but push him away.

I rushed into the bathroom and lay in front of the toilet in embarrassment, vomiting the stomach acid that seemed to be endless.

Because I vomited so hard, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

It was truly disgusting.

When I thought of how he had kissed another woman, my stomach churned and I felt extremely disgusted.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands patted my back.

I turned my head and saw that Dustin was standing behind me. His heart ached so much that he burst into tears.

"Honey, are you feeling bad?"

"Good girl, if you deliver this child, we will never have another one..."

He held my face and gently wiped the corner of my mouth. "It must be hard for you, honey. How I wish I could bear all this for you."

Sensing the distress in his eyes, I couldn't help sneering in my heart. I slapped his hand off and said with a poker face, "Can you explain why there is a woman's lipstick mark on your collar?"

Dustin's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously raised his hand to pull at his collar.

But in the next second, he raised his hand to touch my face and joked, "Honey, it's not funny at all. I loved you so much. How could I betray you?"

I looked at him and found that his expression was so serious, just like the day we got married when he swore to me with red eyes.

He knelt on one knee in front of me, holding a ring in his hand, and said word by word, "I swear that I will only love Angelica in my life. If I let her down, I will swallow 10,000 needles to punish myself."

Although it was not a grand wedding as described in the novels, fireworks lit up half of the sky.

Dustin, you said that if you betrayed me, you'd have to eat 10,000 needles.

The feeling of pregnancy made me feel very painful.

I couldn't stop losing my hair and vomiting stomach acid. I could only watch my slim waist turn fat.

I didn't like children, but because of Dustin, I was willing to endure the pain of losing my perfect shape and giving birth to a child for him.

What about him?

On the one hand, he cooked for me, swore that he would spoil me and my child, and made us the happiest people in the world. On the other hand, he couldn't suppress his loneliness and sexted with Heather.

I was so angry that my whole body trembled. I slapped him hard, grabbed the phone next to me, and threw it at his hypocritical face.

Coincidentally, Heather sent me a provocative message to show off that Dustin was going to have an in-depth conversation with her tonight.

Dustin just stared at me in a daze and remained silent.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. It was so painful that I broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help gasping.

He panicked and hurried over to help me.

"Angelica, don't be angry. Listen to me..."

I sneered and forced back my tears. "Sure. Tell me, why did you sleep with my best friend? Why did you lie to me that you were still on a business trip?"

Dustin scratched his head irritably and patiently explained to me, "You hated Heather, didn't you? I was afraid that you would get angry if you knew, so I didn't tell you!"

"After the party that day, we all drank too much, and I went to Heather's house to sleep. But don't worry, we didn't sleep together. Cesar slept with her..."

Was it something to be proud of?

I knew almost all of Dustin's friends. Cesar got married several years earlier than us, and he even had two children.

Not only did these married men not keep a distance from other women, but they also lay on the same bed with them openly.

Were they proud of it?

I picked up the phone on the ground and showed the photo Heather sent him. I sneered and said, "You didn't sleep with her? She has already sent you such a sexy photo. You're disgusting."

"Do you dare to deny that you sent these explicit words to her?"

"It's so warm. I want to eat it."

Dustin looked at me anxiously. "It's not me. A friend of mine likes Heather and asked me to help him pursue her, so he chatted with her on my account. I didn't expect Heather to think it was me, so you made such a misunderstanding."

Seeing that I didn't believe him, he took out his phone and dialed Heather's number.

Soon, a delicate female voice came from the other end. "Dustin, you finally remembered me..."

Before she could finish her words, she was coldly interrupted by Dustin. "Be serious. You know that Angelica is pregnant, but you still sent her those photos. What do you mean?"

Heather snorted discontentedly and shouted, "I was just angry. She controls you all day long and wants to tie you to her side. How can I see you so humble as your buddy? So I deliberately angered her. So what? I'm going to let anger kill her!"

Dustin pretended to be helpless and pinched the space between his eyebrows. "Angelica has misunderstood us. Hurry up and explain it. I wasn't the one chatting with you..."

"Angelica, Dustin didn't chat with me. We're best friends. How could I do something like snatching your boyfriend?"

"I don't have such a disgusting best friend like you," I said to Heather expressionlessly.

"You can't blame me for that. She doesn't believe the truth."

Looking at them acting, I felt tired and found them hypocritical. I turned around and went into the bedroom.

Dustin followed me in. When he saw that I was packing up my luggage, he got angry and grabbed the clothes in my hand.

"Angelica, what are you doing? Haven't I explained it already?"

I calmly withdrew my hand. "Let's divorce."

Dustin's expression turned even gloomier as he stared at my face for a long time.

In the end, as if to emphasize how disappointed he was, he let out a long sigh.

"Angelica, you're not the only person in my world. I need my space and friends. Whether you believe it or not, Heather and I are just friends. Even if something happened between us, my heart is still with you."

So, this was a disguised admission.

I curled my lips sarcastically and showed him the posts.

"Dustin, I gave you a chance. You like dresses so much, don't you? I'll let you be with her, okay?"

Dustin's face gradually paled, and his voice trembled. "Who sent you this?"

"Of course, it's your buddy."

Plop.

He knelt in front of me and crazily slapped himself in the face. With red eyes, he explained, "Angelica. I admit that I fell in love with her for a moment, but I have no feelings for her. Really, I promise..."

In the past, I believed every word he said unconditionally. But now, no matter what he said, I felt that it was fake and deceptive.

"Angelica, I swear, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time! Even if you hate me, think about the child in your belly. He can't live without a father!"

I lifted my head to prevent my tears from falling.

"Dustin, let's get a divorce. I don't want you anymore... I don't want my child, either."