"Hey, who is it?"

I listened to the strange voice of a woman coming from the other end of the phone. The tips of my fingers on the phone turned white. "Who are you?"

The woman on the other end of the phone paused obviously and then chuckled. "I know you're Ah Cheng's wife, Tang Su. Are you looking for Ah Cheng? He's busy cooking for me..."

Another male voice came from the other end of the phone. "Who called?"

"Someone made a mistake... beep, beep, beep..."

The woman ended the call, and I looked at the cold dinner on the table with a pale face. It took me an entire afternoon to make it.

During the day, I called him and asked him to come back, and he also agreed.

But I didn't see him for a long time. I called him and found that he was washing his hands for another woman.

Warm liquid suddenly flowed out of his nose and dripped onto my hand.

I looked down, but I was stung by the scarlet color.

The drawer in the bedroom was the result of my physical examination two days ago. I actually had a malignant brain tumor. The doctor said that I might have lived for less than half a year...

I smiled indifferently, but my face was full of sadness. I didn't know if my husband, Song Hengcheng, was happier or... indifferent when he heard the news.

I dragged my tired body upstairs to wash up, lay on my wedding bed alone, and finally fell asleep.

I didn't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard the sound of the engine downstairs.

Hearing this familiar voice, I woke up from my dream in an instant.

He ran to the balcony and looked downstairs. A man with a tall and straight figure came down from the expensive black Q7. He was my husband, Song Hengcheng.

I looked at the man downstairs, who I had been dreaming of for so many years, with unconcealable joy.

I didn't expect him to come back tonight.

As soon as Song Hengcheng went upstairs, he began to tear my clothes. I knew what he wanted to do, and I also loved everything that came into contact with his lips and tongue, except for the name he finally shouted out.

"Yes... Qingqing!"

This is Zhang Qingqing, the woman he has always loved, and my name is Tangsu.

We've been married for five years, and the number of times he came back could be counted on one hand.

But every time he came back, he would only vent his desire on me. When his physiological needs were solved, he would leave without any reluctance.

I know he doesn't treat me as his wife.

He looks like a heartless prostitute, but I'm not even as good as a prostitute. At least... a prostitute still has money.

Today was the same as before. He got up and went into the bathroom without holding back for a while.

It was raining outside the window, accompanied by lightning and thunder. His phone rang again, and I couldn't help but pick it up.

"Ah Cheng, I'm so scared. Can you come and keep me company..."

A sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone, which made me freeze on the spot. It was the woman again. I looked in the direction of the bathroom and found that the person inside was still taking a shower.

"He's not free today."

"Tock, tock, tock..."

The woman hung up the phone again. I put the phone back where it was as if nothing had happened, but I began to think about whether I should tell him about it.

At this time, Song Chengheng came out of the bathroom. His refreshing body wrapped in a bathrobe was completely different from the mess I was wearing.

This is the mark he left on me, and I don't want to wash it away every time.

He went out of the bathroom and came to me. When he saw the thing in his hand, I was stiff all over, and what he was holding was long-term contraceptive pills.

Her heart hurt as if it had been pricked by a needle. She suddenly forgot that she had just secretly picked up his phone.

"Eat this!"

The man's voice was very low and hoarse after the romance just now, but what he said was so cruel.

I suddenly tightened my grip on the quilt, and my fingers turned blue. "Weren't you just shot just now?"

Song Hengcheng's tone was cold and emotionless. "Tang Su, don't force me to do it myself."

I shed tears and never wanted to admit that this man had become like this. After five years of marriage, I never forgot to stab myself in the heart.

His phone rang again, interrupting our stalemate at this time.

"Okay, find a place to hide from the rain first. I'll pick you up now."

The person on the other end of the phone said something, and Song Hengcheng even forgot to force me to take the pill. He changed into his clothes and drove away in a hurry.

I stood by the window with the mess that I hadn't wiped off and looked at Song Hengcheng, who had never looked back downstairs. In the end, I only left a car behind and disappeared in front of me.

I held my head, which was so painful that I almost fainted again. I lay on the bed for a long time before I recovered. Then I walked into the bathroom with a pale face.

When she came out again, she heard someone talking outside the door.

I wrapped myself tightly in my bathrobe and opened the bedroom door. To my surprise, the person standing outside was none other than Song Hengcheng, who had just left.

And there was another woman standing beside him. At this time, she was drenched all over and looked extremely weak, leaning in his arms.

When I saw who this woman was, I looked at Song Hengcheng in disbelief. "Why did you bring her back? This is our wedding house."

It turned out that it was Zhang Qingqing who had asked him to leave just now. I should have thought of it a long time ago. Except for her, who else could be valued by Song Hengcheng so much?

Song Hengcheng felt that the woman in his arms was trembling with fear. He looked at me gloomily and said, "It won't be long..."

I took a step back powerlessly. He was right.

At this time, Zhang Qingqing raised her head, and her delicate face was full of apology. "Cheng, don't quarrel, or send me back, don't make you angry because of me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, I rolled my eyes and fainted.

Song Hengcheng hugged the unconscious Zhang Qingqing anxiously, and then looked at me with a gloomy face, as if he was blaming me for scaring the woman in his arms just now.

Then he held Zhang Qingqing in his arms and walked me into the guest room.

That was the room where he rested after falling in love with me. He never let me in.

But now he was holding another woman and keeping me out of the door.

I'm your wife, Song Hengcheng...

I stood at the door for a long time and looked at the door of the guest room for a long time, expecting him to come out and explain to me, but he didn't.

I went back to the bedroom behind me in a daze. On the bedside table was the box that Song Hengcheng gave me in the past. This was my most precious gift. I held it in my arms.

At this time, my head was as heavy as if it was filled with lead, but I still struggled to sit here. Thinking of what he had just said to me without any shame, my heart instantly felt suffocated.

Until she saw him leaving in a hurry with Zhang Qingqing in his arms.

I got up and went to the door and stopped him. "Since I'm about to die, why don't I try again?" Seeing that he was still holding Zhang Qingqing tightly, I glanced at him and said.

"Song Hengcheng, I'm pregnant."