The day Adam came home after midnight was the day I chose to share some news. However, when he entered, the smell of alcohol made me feel nauseous. His face was flushed, and he staggered as he walked.
It was surprising how much he had drunk, especially without notifying me, even though I had prepared dinner. I stood in disbelief.
I got up from the bed, never thinking he would demand housework from his sick wife. I had never imagined he could be like this before we got married. Maybe it was my fault for not seeing it, but it was just too much.
I found myself doing chores while tears ran down my face.
Several days passed, and my health didn’t get any better. Then I realized I had missed my period. Panicking, I rushed to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test.
When I tried it, the result was positive. Tears of joy flowed naturally, and I decided to share the news with Adam when he got home from work. My spirits were lifted instantly.
The day Adam came home after midnight was the day I chose to share the news. But when he walked in, the smell of alcohol made me feel sick. His face was flushed, and he staggered as he walked.
I was surprised by how much he had drunk, especially since he hadn’t told me he would be out drinking, even though I had prepared dinner.
Eager to share my pregnancy news, I told my intoxicated husband, “I haven’t been to the doctor yet, so it’s not confirmed,” I began eagerly.
However, Adam’s face darkened as he responded, “A child? What have you done?”
His tone was harsh, unlike anything I had ever heard from him before.
“I don’t want a child. This is the worst. If you’re going to have it, raise it yourself,” he said.
His cruel words shocked me. He rudely stripped off his clothes and headed to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t understand why he would say such irresponsible things about our baby instead of being happy.
The joy I had felt moments ago was immediately replaced with deep sorrow.
Why would he say such things?
He had never mentioned not wanting children before. We hadn’t even been using contraception, so I naturally thought we both wanted children.
As I hung Adam’s jacket and was about to take his shirt to the washroom, I noticed something else. A piece of paper had slipped out from the pocket of his dress shirt.
I could tell it was a receipt because of its texture. At first, I thought it was just a receipt from tonight’s gathering and was about to throw it away. But then I saw the name of the place.
“Is this a motel?”
My hand trembled as I held the receipt. It was indeed a motel. The shock of this discovery weighed heavily on my heart.
Why doesn’t Adam love me? Isn’t marriage supposed to be between two people who love each other? We’ve only been married for just over a year. How could this be?
I had been lost in imaginary romances for years, never really experiencing a true relationship. I couldn’t accept this harsh reality right away.
But the idea of Adam cheating started to make sense, and everything began to fall into place.
Had Adam been using me from the start of our marriage? Was he truly in love with the person he was cheating with, while I was just a convenient housekeeper?
These doubts swirled in my mind.
Was that why he reacted so harshly when he found out I was pregnant?
As I struggled with these thoughts, nausea set in, and I became convinced something was wrong.
Yes, there was no doubt now. Maybe the reason he made me quit my job was because his mistress worked there.
Everything started to make sense, as if he had married me for stability, not love. The line between reality and my imagination became blurry, but I couldn’t deny the cruel words he had said after learning about my pregnancy.
That day, I decided to gather evidence of Adam’s cheating. From then on, his cold behavior toward me was undeniable.
It was as if he couldn’t forgive me for getting pregnant. Even though he knew I was suffering from morning sickness, he would deliberately eat smelly foods near me and criticize my housework, forcing me to redo tasks.
My pregnant body had to endure a lot, and my heart felt heavy. Despite this, I continued to investigate his affair.