After the Wife Recognized the Wrong Person, She Cried with Red Eyes

My wife didn't love me. Everyone knew that she had an ex-boyfriend, and she loved him.

At the seventh anniversary of our marriage, she was lying in her ex-boyfriend’s arms with sweet smile.

She didn't know that I was sick and dying.

She said that her ex-boyfriend had saved her when once she was followed.

But only I knew that I was the one who saved her.

She trampled on my dignity.

However, after I died, my wife, who had always been indifferent to me, went crazy.

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"Honey, come back early today. It’s our wedding anniversary. Let's celebrate!"

I touched the gift that I had chosen for my wife a few weeks ago.

It was a necklace that she had said she liked very much.

Just by looking at it, I could imagine how happy she would be when she saw it.

I've been married with Claire for seven years.

When we were students, many boys in our class had a crush on Claire. I was just one of them.

Two years after we got married, we had a lovely daughter.

"I have to work overtime. I'm not going back."

Her tone was as cold as ever.

I didn't remember when she started not to come home under the pretext of working overtime.

Every time I asked her about coming home, she would say that she was working overtime and busy.

I was used to it now.

In fact, anniversary was not a big deal, right?

I fed my daughter at the dining table.

"Daddy, where's Mommy?

"Mommy isn't coming back? I haven't seen her for a long time. I miss her."

Looking at Alice, I felt a little distressed. I reached out to wipe her mouth.

"Mommy will be back tomorrow. Wait for her, okay?"

In the evening, after Alice fell asleep, I hesitated for a while and called Claire.

I wanted to tell her that Alice was missing her.

The ringback tone sounded on and on until it stopped automatically.

Perhaps I had a hunch so I couldn't fall asleep.

Just at 12 a.m, I received a message.

It was like a bolt of lightning striking me.

I saw Claire. She was lying in a man's arms with a happy face.

I knew that man.

My throat started to twitch. I threw away my phone and ran to the bathroom.

I spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

Claire, do you know that I'm dying?

At this time, messages popped up one after another.

"I had a great time at your seventh anniversary, and so did she. What about you?

"She's getting better and better. I've had a good night.

"Your wife is very happy on my bed. Are you impotent?"

I wiped away the blood on my mouth and looked coldly at the messages.

It was Martin Gray, Claire's ex-boyfriend.

He was a famous playboy in the finance department in our university. He pursued Claire with great momentum, and the day he confessed his love to her attracted the attention of the whole school.

For some reason, Martin’s family sent him abroad before graduation.

Claire came to me and asked me if I wanted to marry her.

We were from the same high school. I've liked her for long time. Of course, I wanted to marry her.

In a daze, I received a call from Martin.

I pressed the answer button as if to torture myself.

"Baby, who makes you feel great? Huh?"