After getting pregnant, her husband cheated on an obstetrician.

Since getting pregnant, I've never felt well.

Because of this, Rodney has been more attentive to me after I got pregnant.

Every night, he would apply ointment to my belly, fearing any stretch marks.

After rubbing it in, he would press his ear against my belly and talk to our child.

He said to be well-behaved and not to trouble mom.

At that time, looking at Rodney's smile under the warm light in the bedroom, I thought the happiest life was probably like this.

But now, thinking back, I only feel nauseous.

Who knows, his face has also been pressed against other places...

When I finally regained my senses, Rodney had called me several times.

I washed my face with cold water and forced myself to sober up.

When I walked back to Dr. Davis's office, I saw Rodney standing there nervously.

Seeing me, he immediately ran towards me and hugged me.

"Where have you been! You scared me to death!"

Rodney held my face in both hands, his eyes already a bit red.

He looked like he had just found his precious treasure again.

But being held by him, all I could smell was the perfume on him that didn't belong to me.

And the faint red on his neck that hadn't been wiped clean.

My stomach churned again.

I endured the urge to vomit and comforted him.

"I felt like vomiting while in the restroom, so I stayed there for a while longer."

"Why would you suddenly want to vomit? Are you feeling unwell? Should we do another check?"

Rodney's worried expression didn't seem fake.

But because of this, I felt even more nauseous.

I don't understand.

Why can men really separate love and sex so clearly.

Why can they really act so convincingly that they even believe themselves.

"No need, let's go home."

I shook my head and broke free from Rodney's embrace.

As long as I speak, he never refuses and immediately nodded, holding my hand.

His obedient appearance was like a large dog that I had tamed.

I was led out by Rodney, and the people we passed always cast envious glances.

I remember when Rodney and I just got married, we went out on a date and met a couple with a kid.

At that time, I told Rodney that I was envious of them.

But Rodney just frowned and held my hand more tightly.

"But I'm reluctant to have you give birth, they all say it's very painful. Joan, in this life, having you is enough for me."

How sweet I was at that time, and how nauseous I feel now.

He doesn't just need me.

He just needs a woman.

Rodney and I got in the car in silence.

He fastened my seatbelt and then carefully looked at me and said:

"Honey, why do I feel that you are not in a good mood today?"

I looked at Rodney, not understanding what he was thinking for a moment.

Is he afraid that I found out he was cheating on me?

Or is he worried that I found out he no longer loves me as before.

I looked at Rodney carefully,

not wanting to miss any expression on his face.

"Nothing, just when I was looking at my phone just now, I found out that an old classmate got divorced. Her husband cheated on another woman while she was pregnant."

Rodney's smile at the corner of his mouth froze, and a trace of guilt flashed through his eyes.

"Rodney, would you do this to me?"