I rolled my eyes at Javier. "It seems, even with perfectly normal hands and feet, you still can’t figure out how to earn a living, let alone clean the house."
Javier blinked in surprise, very confused by my reaction. Because that was the first time I confronted him.
When Javier failed in his investment and broke his leg by jumping off a building, I gave up the opportunity to work abroad, helped him pay off his debts and married him.
In the past five years, I had never asked him to do even a little bit of housework and I had never lost my temper with him once.
Because I had to take care of him, my work was restricted and I had to work part-time, five jobs a day.
Even when I was eight months pregnant, I still had to wash dishes with a big belly. So, after a few hours, my waist almost broke.
I never complained about being tired and thought it was all worth it, but I did not expect Javier to be a liar.
He was cheating on his wife.
It was a pity that all my five years of hard work had been wasted.
Thinking of that, my nose felt sore and my eyes turned red.
“What kind of man would do housework? Besides, I'm looking for a job,” Javier explained with a smile, without a trace of guilt on his face.