The Wife's Experience (Part 7)

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A lot has happened these past few days, and I haven't had time to write it all down. I finally have some time today, but I'm afraid I'll forget everything if I wait too long. Anyway, let's get back to our story!
On the evening of October 27, 2011 , his wife told him that he was on leave until the beginning of next month, and then he would be transferred to another city for six months. He didn't want to go home, mainly because his wife might have someone else at home, and their relationship was not good.
My wife wanted to spend two days with him, and I agreed.
I was working the night shift that night, and my wife stayed with him. She didn't come home until I got off work the next day.
Because my hometown is in the countryside, and I needed to go back to do farm work, I didn't wait for my wife and went straight back home. It wasn't until noon the next day that my wife texted me, asking if I was coming back today. We chatted for a bit more in the text messages, and my wife said, "They're eating now!"
Half an hour later, my wife finally replied to a message. I was a little angry and said, "If you don't want to send a message, then don't bother me." Because of this, my wife lost interest in being with me and sent a message saying that she wasn't in the mood to play anymore and went home early to wait for me.
When I got home that evening, my wife picked me up from the station. To appease me, she cooked a rather lavish meal, so I didn't make a fuss. My wife told me that this time with him went quite well; they spent two days and two nights together, ate together when they met, made love twice that night, and again the next morning. Then, around noon, they went shopping together. They made love again that night, very intensely, and didn't go to sleep until noon. When he woke up, he wanted to make love again, but my wife wouldn't let him, so they went to eat together. Because he texted me unpleasantly during dinner, they ended their time together early.
I asked my wife if we never used protection, and she admitted it. When I asked her if she ever let him ejaculate inside her and then gave him birth control pills, she swore she hadn't. I said, "It's better to be careful, so you don't regret it later." My wife said, "It should be fine, we're not kids anymore." Since she said that, I had nothing more to say.
On November 3, 2011 , I spent the whole day at home with my wife, which felt great. I hadn't felt this way in a long time; it felt like I had that sense of peace and comfort from my previous life again. Suddenly, I realized that even the most ordinary days can be very happy.
At dinner, my wife and I were eating, and I was eating very little. We were chatting and laughing, and I was really enjoying myself. I was so happy with what I had prepared, but I couldn't help but feel a little nauseous. I was so excited about what I had eaten!
My wife said she didn't really want to go, but he said he had nowhere to go in Qingdao by himself, his workplace was on holiday, and he had nowhere to go. She felt sorry for him and felt bad refusing him.
My wife asked if I would be angry if we went out. I said I didn't know, but I said, "I don't want you to go out today." My wife asked why. I didn't say, but actually I didn't want to ruin the mood I had finally managed to get back today.
When I got back to work, I called my wife. It sounded noisy. She said they were eating out. I said, "Then let's hang up!" I was in a bad mood.
I caught a chill last night, and my stomach was hurting terribly. I couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to go to the hospital, but then I thought about how my wife was sleeping peacefully in someone else's arms, so I decided against it. She was having a good time, how could she possibly think about me suffering here? Thinking about all this made me feel so bitter. Is this what I wanted? My stomach hurt all night, and I drifted off to sleep in a daze. Surprisingly, I was fine this morning.
When I got home this morning, my wife was already there, looking very sleepy. I asked her what happened. She said she barely slept all night, had sex three times, twice in a row, and then again this morning, and that she really enjoyed it. I was really angry, and my wife could tell too.
I said, "I'm disappointed. I didn't want you to go yesterday, but you went anyway." My wife argued, "You didn't directly object!" I said, "What's the point if I have to say everything directly? There's no mutual understanding between us."
I asked, "Did you always do it without a condom?" My wife said yes. I really couldn't hold back anymore and asked my wife what she was thinking. My wife said she didn't have any particular thoughts. I said, "You actually want him to do it without a condom, and you're willing to accept the consequences, right?" My wife said she really hadn't thought that way.
I said, "Have you considered the risks of having an abortion if you're really pregnant? Why would you risk something that can be avoided? You're not as important to him as you think. Is it worth taking such a risk for someone like that? Besides, if you really are pregnant, how can I accept it? How can I face and bear the thought of my wife carrying another man's child?"
After I finished speaking, my wife turned her back and remained silent for a while. I didn't know what she was thinking. Then she said, "I can't take it anymore. If you're going to have fun, then have fun; otherwise, don't have fun at all. That's what I think. If you can't handle it, just say so. Don't always pick fights. I can break up with him. You seem so selfless, wanting me to be happy, but in reality, it's the opposite. You want to know everything, you want to control everything, and you get angry if things don't go your way. Actually, you're very selfish."
Her words completely enraged me; it seemed she didn't understand my good intentions at all. I said, "Fine, since that's what you think, then I'll show you how selfish I can be. From now on, my phone is confiscated, and I'm cutting off all contact with him!"
My wife saw I was really angry and realized she'd said the wrong thing. She asked if I really couldn't continue the relationship. I said I really couldn't. My wife said, "Then give me some time to gradually break it off." I said that was impossible. My wife then said, "Can I have one day? It doesn't feel right to just disappear like this." I said no, I'd break it off right now. My wife said, "Then can I call him and explain?" I said, "No, give me your phone now!"
Seeing that I was serious, my wife had no choice but to get her phone. It was charging when a text message came in. I didn't even need to look to know who it was from, because they'd been texting each other every day lately. I leaned over to see what it said, and glanced at it—four words: "What's the arrangement?"
I felt things weren't so simple; she was definitely hiding something from me. I wanted to take a look, but my wife tried her best to hide it from me. I got impatient and tried to snatch it back. Seeing my frustration, she said, "Okay, there is something I haven't told you, but I really don't know how to say it." We were silent for a few seconds, and I guessed what it was, but I still didn't want to be right.
I tentatively asked, "Are you pregnant?" My wife slowly nodded. My mind went completely blank. I couldn't believe that what I had repeatedly told her to do had actually happened. I felt a little breathless and didn't know what to say.
My wife saw me staring blankly and got scared, repeatedly apologizing. I asked her if she was planning not to tell me. She said she only found out this morning and had been struggling with the decision. She had wanted to tell me, but after what I said earlier, she was too scared. I asked, "So you're going to keep it from me forever?" My wife said, "I never intended to hide it from you. I just thought that after your attitude just now, I'd tell you after the abortion, so you'd be better off, at least not as angry as you are now."
In the afternoon, we went back to our hometown to see our son. We stayed there for two days, and when I was with my family, everything seemed fine. They never expected us to act like this. When we were alone together, it was basically a period of my anger and her tears. Gradually, my emotions stabilized a lot, and I felt a little sorry for my wife. No matter what, she's the one who's hurt the most right now, both physically and mentally. She's under the most pressure. I suddenly realized that I should be more understanding and supportive of her, after all, she's still my woman.

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