Yesterday, he and I had celebrated the birthday of our child together. I remembered the expectation on the face of my son when he had taken out a GoPro as his gift. With love, he admonished, "Be a responsible man as you turn one year older." I even had sent a post to my Facebook. "It is a blessing to have families and businesses at my age."
The next day, he made a meeting with his client as his excuse and spent the night with a 20-year-old girl in a hot-spring resort.
This years marked the tenth anniversary of my marriage with him.
In the second year of our marriage, we had a son and built a brand with our dance center. We had a harvest from both our career and family in the same year.
Back then, I had been quite proud of myself. Who said that women couldn’t make a good balance between her career and family? Look, didn’t my life go on smoothly?
Our dance center survived the first three years, and our annual income then reached several million dollars.
My pride had seen me through many years, and my face stung from the slap of reality now.
Our son was anxious to play with the new gift. When he had some problem about one of its feature, his father patiently studied the GoPro with him.
Every man was still a little boy inside.
When I took my husband’s phone to search for the solution, a new WhatsApp message popped up on the phone screen.
"The new lingerie is here. Better go easy tomorrow night."
I stood there, dumbstruck.
Then came another message.
"Don’t tear it into pieces as you did last time."
I clicked on the WhatsApp, and some nasty photos instantly caught my attention.
My mind went blank.
Curiosity killed the cat. I flipped over the chats.
There were photos of a young woman, half-naked.
In one selfie, she in a sexy bikini faced the mirror.
With her phone held high with both hands, she covered her face with it, squeezed her plump breasts together with both arms, and covered her nipples. In this way, her girls were pushed up and became impressive.
Her thin waist and flat belly which didn’t get ugly as mine after the childbirth seemed to be taunting me. "Look, how young I am!"
I silently marked the new message unread and put the phone back where it had been.
