Adam never let go of his cell phone, even taking it with him to the bathroom, making it impossible for me to sneak a look.
When I secretly checked Adam’s room, it was always neat and tidy, with nothing incriminating in sight. He was meticulous at work, and his desk was always in perfect order.
I realized it would be challenging to catch him off guard directly.
I often checked Adam’s pockets for evidence, like receipts, but my investigation was difficult. I thought about hiring a detective, but didn’t have the money.
While I was deep in thought, I received an unexpected phone call from my father.
“Hello, it’s me, your Dad. How are you?” he asked.
Surprised by his call, given his busy schedule, I replied, “Dad, what’s going on? Aren’t you busy with work?”
“My employees have been doing well, so I’m not that busy,” he explained.
My father, the CEO of a company in Italy, was always a workaholic. I didn’t have many childhood memories of playing with him, but I respected his dedication to his job.
His unexpected call left me curious about the reason.
“So, what’s happening?” I asked.
My father then revealed a shocking truth.
“Is that really true?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes. He’s not the type to lie. I want you to believe me,” my father reassured me.
Initially in shock and unable to respond, I felt a mix of anger and frustration as the pieces of the puzzle came together.
“Thank you, Dad. I’ll do my best,” I replied.
I thanked him before hanging up the phone. My investigation was finally paying off, but the new information also made me feel angry and frustrated.
The tension between Adam and me continued to grow, and even though I was pregnant, Adam remained distant. Every time he acted this way, I felt a deep hatred towards him.
Months passed, and our relationship stayed strange. Eventually, something happened that changed everything.
At 9 months pregnant, I was always careful around Adam. Living in constant fear, I tried to avoid him, leading a quiet and stifled life.
One day, I cooked dinner as usual. When Adam came home, we sat at the dining table. As I quietly ate, Adam suddenly slammed his fork down.
“What is this? It’s tasteless!” he exclaimed, throwing the food I had prepared onto the floor.
I was shocked by his outburst and tried to understand what had just happened. The anger at seeing the meal I had cooked discarded right in front of me started to build up inside.
“I’ve noticed you’ve been complaining about the taste of the meals recently,” I said.
Adam criticized my cooking, saying it was bland. Since becoming pregnant, I had been using less seasoning to make healthier meals. This was only temporary until the baby was born.
If he found the food plain, he could have added some salt himself. Why did he have to throw it on the floor?
I was about to argue when Adam sneered and said hurtful words.
“I don’t want a woman with a belly like a monster. You’ll have to raise the kid by yourself,” he said, looking at my swollen belly with a nasty smile.
I had always feared this day might come, even though I hoped for a different outcome.
Quickly, I went to my room, grabbed a document, and returned to Adam.
“Fine. Here are the divorce papers,” I said, pushing the papers in front of him.
Adam’s face twisted in shock.
“What the hell? What’s this all of a sudden?” he stammered.
“Well, it was your idea. Now sign it quickly. I’ll submit it tomorrow,” I responded.
The truth was, I had been thinking about divorce ever since I began suspecting Adam of cheating. However, with a child on the way, I wasn’t sure if I could support myself.
But now, I had a different plan in mind. My determination seemed to provoke Adam. His face turned red with anger.
“Just watch. I’ll make you regret every moment you looked down on me and tried to control me.”
“Do you think you can survive without me? You have a baby to care for, and you’ll regret this,” he threatened.
But my resolve was firm. I wasn’t going to back down.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” I assured Adam.
Maybe irritated by my confidence, he snatched the divorce papers and started filling in the blanks.