The woman wore my slippers and home clothes and drank water from my glass. I saw her deliberately leaving lipstick marks on my glass through the camera.
I felt disgusted.
At night, she often stayed overnight at my house.
She slept with my husband on my bed.
The scene was quite intense.
It was quite rare to see Maxwell so passionate and energetic.
Before I got pregnant, for him, having sex with me was like completing a task.
I even wondered if he was impotent.
Now it seemed that Maxwell wasn't impotent. He just didn't wanna have sex with me.
How humiliated!
Maxwell found all kinds of excuses to not come to the confinement center to be with me. He said he had to work overtime and had been very busy recently.
So, this was what he was doing while he was working overtime.
It must be quite exhausting.
When I received another call from Maxwell saying he had to work overtime, I told him to take it easy, or he might damage his kidneys.
After saying that, I heard Maxwell coughing on the other end of the line as if he was choked by something.
I hoped he choked to death.
He really deserved it.
However, I did make two important discoveries.
First, Maxwell's lover wasn't that woman.