I'm Done Playing Your Cheating Game

Ten days after giving birth, I caught Clifford Sanchez cheating again.

When I cornered them at the hotel, my whole body was shaking.

Clifford ruffled my hair, amused.

"There, there. What made you rush over here all of a sudden?"

"The girl's young and doesn't know better. She just sent you a few intimate photos, and it's got you this worked up."

I clenched my teeth and slapped him hard across the face.

"Clifford, have you no shame at all?"

Janet Sullivan peeked out playfully from behind him, grinning as she coaxed me.

"Come on, now that you've finished the whole catching-them-in-the-act routine, why don't you hurry back and lie down?"

"No matter how much of a scene you make, the two of you aren't going to divorce anyway. Why bother getting so angry?"

"Oh, by the way, we used protection, so Mr. Sanchez is still perfectly clean!"

Clifford, the bright red handprint blazing on his cheek, chuckled softly and pinched Janet's waist.

"Aren't you the sweet talker."

In an instant, the blood in my veins ran cold.

Ten years I'd been with Clifford. He said he had an intimacy disorder, that he couldn't believe I truly loved him.

So he cheated, over and over, testing whether I would ever leave his side.

Countless times I chose to forgive him, confessing my feelings again and again, trying to make him understand what was in my heart.

But now, enduring the pain of the incision on my belly, I suddenly felt so tired.

This game that would never end in me leaving.

I didn't want to keep playing it with Clifford anymore.

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Janet laughed until she trembled all over, burrowing again and again into Clifford's arms, scolding him in a sweet, coquettish voice for being so bad.

I bit down on my lower lip, my eyes stinging.

Clifford scooped Janet up in his arms, noticed me standing off to the side, and curled his lips with amusement.

"Wife, still not leaving?"

"Planning to be my and Janet's audience?"

Janet's earlobes flushed crimson at once, and she buried her face bashfully against Clifford's chest.

"Mr. Sanchez, please send your wife back! With her here, I can't let myself go."

Clifford let out a soft, doting laugh.

Several bodyguards in suits suddenly filed into the suite, their expressions deferential, not daring to breathe too loud.

"Mr. Sanchez, we failed in our duty. We didn't keep proper watch over Mrs. Sanchez."

They were about to step forward and drag me out by force when I suddenly fixed my eyes on Clifford's, my voice very quiet.

"Clifford, you only dare do this because you know I love you."

"This cheating game you love to play. From now on, I won't be joining you in it."

With that, I pushed the bodyguards aside and walked out, gritting my teeth against the pain.

By the time I got back to the postpartum recovery center, my clothes were soaked through with cold sweat.

The postpartum nurse hurried to change me into a dry dress, then thoughtfully brought over a nourishing meal.

But I had no appetite at all.

This recovery center was one Clifford had chosen with great care.

Throughout the entire pregnancy, he never missed a single one of my checkups. He not only taught himself everything about expectant mothers, but also arranged the best postpartum nurse in Kingsport for me in advance.

When my legs and feet swelled, Clifford would gently massage them.

When the morning sickness was bad, he'd hold me, his eyes rimmed red.

"Wife, being pregnant is so hard on you."

"I promise I'll make you and the baby the happiest people in the world."

I thought Clifford had finally found some security, that he would stop using cheating to test my love.

I never imagined he hadn't changed at all.

My phone buzzed. Janet had sent two photos.

The first was of used contraceptives tossed carelessly into a trash can.

The second showed Janet nestled in Clifford's arms, holding an opened box of birth control pills.

【My dear, we took every precaution perfectly, so there's no risk at all!】

【Don't worry, Mr. Sanchez only has you in his heart. With us, it's just for fun!】

Sick to my stomach, I flung the phone aside.