Sadness and tragedy

This whole thing sounds like a cuckold's tale.
The first night we lay in bed, I was actually a little excited. After all, with such a beautiful woman in front of me, it would be impossible not to be.
To ease her tension, I decided to chat with her. She was very talkative, and we had a great time talking, then we hugged.
Smelling the fragrance of the beauty in my arms, I immediately felt aroused. Just as I was about to get down to business, she said she thought she had started her period.
I'm not one to rush things, so I said okay, let's not do it today.
She pressed her face against mine, hugged me tightly, and started talking about her past. She said 2014 was her birth year, and a lot of bad things happened to her.
Her words immediately put me on edge. I had a premonition, and a pang of sadness hit me.
I asked anxiously, "What happened?"
She said, "It's just bad stuff! Sigh, that night that guy insisted on taking me home. He's a policeman, and I couldn't beat him in a fight, and I couldn't push him away. That's how all those things happened." Sigh! 2014 was just a rough year!
As she said this, I felt like I was sinking, as if someone had put a bright green hat on my head.
Although I knew it was in the past and I couldn't hold a grudge, I still felt incredibly hurt. But thankfully, after spending over a year in the courtyard house, I had some resilience, and there was even a faint sense of excitement.
I asked, "What happened? Why didn't you two get together?"
Her answer almost suffocated me.
She said, "Actually, I didn't want to either. One of my sisters often told me that I was so old and hadn't done 'that,' which was a waste. Later, I thought about it and she was right. Sigh, anyway, that's how it was. I don't know what came over me, I just did it."
Hearing this, I almost collapsed, nearly suffocated. I asked, "Was that your first time?"
She said yes.
Her answer hurt my heart so much! Really!
It felt like being a stranded fish; it took me a while to catch my breath.
I was still determined to get to the bottom of this; maybe it was the cuckoldry mentality at play!
I said, "How many times did you two do it?"
She said, "Just that one time." He apologized later, saying he didn't know I was a virgin.
I immediately realized my fiancée had been taken advantage of. Of course, I couldn't say that to her.
She said that later, she wanted to look at the policeman's phone, but he refused. She knew then that he didn't truly love her, so she broke up with him.
Of course, he agreed; anyone would. He got a virgin for free, a huge bargain!
Even though she said she thought she was on her period, I still slept with her. Our relationship naturally progressed further.
Feelings are built through sex!
Later, I saw my fiancée's phone with a Momo icon. I casually asked, "You use Momo?"
She said yes, she met the policeman on Momo, and they met for over a year before meeting in person.
I said, "It's a hookup app, you know?" By then, we were already in a relationship, and I had even inserted my finger into her anus. She even agreed to let me have sex with her ass as long as I used a condom.
She jokingly scolded me, then deleted me from Momo, saying, "If you don't like it, I'll delete it."
I said, "No need, play if you like, it's okay."
But she still deleted me, probably because she genuinely wanted to live with me.
Friends, this isn't the climax, the crazy stuff is yet to come! This is something I never expected! It happened today! March 9th!
After we slept together, I noticed her vagina wasn't very tight, and it was always wet whenever I touched it.
She said that's just how it is. I hadn't studied women's genitals, so I believed her.
One time during sex, I inserted three fingers, and it went in very easily. This made me increasingly suspicious of her past.
One time during sex, I asked her, "How many people have you slept with before?" She said, "Just one, that armed policeman."
I said, "Tell me the truth, it's okay, I won't blame you.
" She whimpered, "Then I'll tell you, but you can't be angry."
My heart skipped a beat, like revealing the last number on a lottery.
She said, "Two."
I've only slept with one person, and she's slept with two! My heart ached with a mix of pain and bitterness.
I asked, "How many times have you slept together?"
She said, "More than ten times. The first one we only did once before we broke up. The second one was introduced to me by my mom, and we did it more often."
I became incredibly jealous and asked, "Are they bigger or bigger than me?
" She glanced at me and said, "Why are you asking that?"
I said, "Just answer me, I won't blame you."
So she said, "The one with the armed policeman was bigger, and it hurt a little the first time, but it was fine after a while."
I became even more jealous and asked, "What about the second one?"
She said, "About the same as you."
I don't know if she was saving face for me. But she really wasn't tight down there, and I didn't feel much when I penetrated her.
Later, she showed me the second person she slept with. She said he was very handsome, loved photography, travel, and writing—in short, he was very outstanding. She felt inferior to him, as she couldn't keep up. But he liked her very much and had even cried and been heartbroken because they couldn't be together. Because her family wouldn't allow her to marry someone from another place.
She herself thought so too, because they weren't suitable for each other.
Life was going fairly well until the day before yesterday. After all, life isn't just about the bedroom; 　　 it's about the daily grind.
Then, she said she was going shopping and didn't come back for a long time. I didn't know what she was doing. But this was just foreshadowing what happened the next day. 　　 The next day, we went to the ancient city—you can guess, Dali Ancient City. She bought some blueberries, ate half, and then stopped. 　　 There were actually many snacks there, but she wouldn't eat anything else, only blueberries. Later, she bought a cup of blueberry juice. 　　 When I asked her if she wanted anything else, she said no. I was a little confused. 　　 Later, on the way back, she threw up on the roadside. I joked, "People will think you're pregnant, haha." 　　 She laughed and scolded me. 　　 Later, when we got home, she asked me, "Did you ejaculate inside me?" 　　 My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "No? I really didn't!" 　　 She gave me a reproachful look, "Not yet!" My 　　 ominous premonition came true. I asked, "What's wrong?" 　　 She said, "I'm pregnant!"

I asked, "How did you know?"
She said, "I went out yesterday afternoon, just to buy a pregnancy test. It's definitely positive."
I was stunned. I hadn't ejaculated inside her at all! How could she be pregnant?!
Seeing my expression, she didn't dare say anything more.
I immediately understood—this child couldn't be mine!
And we'd only been together for half a month; it was almost impossible for her to get pregnant so quickly!
She'd been with me the whole time, and there was no possibility of her cheating!
There was only one possibility! She had slept with someone else before our blind date! That's why she got pregnant and realized it!
I was completely stunned! But I couldn't believe it! I really couldn't believe it.
I said, "Are you sure?"
She cautiously said, "I used two pregnancy tests, both good ones."
I'm usually cheerful, but at this moment, I couldn't smile at all, not even a forced smile.
I could feel my expression stiffening, and I didn't say another word.
But I still thought, maybe it's just a misunderstanding, maybe the pregnancy test wasn't accurate?
I tentatively asked, "Do you want this child?"
She probably sensed something too, and said, "I don't want it."
This made my heart sink a little more. I asked, "Why?"
She said, "Don't you think it's too fast?" I couldn't accept it.
I didn't answer, but I was burning with anger inside. "You're carrying someone else's bastard child!" All I could think about afterward was the scenario of divorcing her.
That night, I didn't touch her. The next day, I asked two classmates who worked at a hospital. The conclusion was that the child might be mine, but the chances were very low.
But I was still clinging to a straw. Without a proper hospital check-up, I couldn't be sure if she was really pregnant. Even if she was, I couldn't be sure the child wasn't mine.
Her behavior became increasingly strange; she avoided my eyes. Usually, she would snuggle up to me when we slept at night, but now she didn't.
We slept separately.
The answer in my heart became clearer and clearer.
With this mindset, another day passed. On the third morning, after breakfast, while I was entertaining guests, she said, "I'm going to the hospital for a check-up."
I said, "Okay, but you absolutely mustn't have an abortion."
I personally oppose abortions, regardless of whose child it is; it's a life after all.
She smiled and said, "Okay."
She ended up being gone for over three hours, from 10 am to 1:30 pm. My dad brought her lunch, and I waited for her to come back, but she didn't. My bad feeling grew stronger.
My dad asked twice, "Why isn't your wife home for lunch? What's she doing?"
I mumbled, "She seems to have gone to collect mail."
I wanted to keep it a secret from my parents, not wanting it to be exposed too soon.
Then I called seven or eight times, but she didn't answer. Sometimes it was just a busy signal. I started to panic. I was afraid she had secretly had the procedure, and then there would be no way to prove it. After
what seemed like forever, the phone rang. It was her.
I suppressed my anger and asked, "Where are you? Come home for lunch!"
She was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm at the Women and Children's Health Hospital."
I said, "What are you doing at the health hospital? Why are you taking so long?"
She said, "I'm in line."
I said, "In line for what?"
She said she was going for a checkup!
I told her to hurry up, I'd be back for dinner.
Then I hung up. I waited for over an hour, but she still hadn't returned.
I asked a friend, and she said, "Are you stupid? Go to the hospital! Ask the doctor how far along she is, and you'll know!"
I grew increasingly anxious and called several more times, but she still didn't answer.
After a long while, she finally called me back.
I asked, "Why aren't you back yet?"
She laughed and said, "I'm having an abortion!"
My heart pounded, like I'd been punched hard. I coldly said, "Come back, come back now!"
She didn't say anything, and hung up.
My heart ached. Two days of anxiety were finally over, but the outcome was obvious.
My newlywed wife was carrying another man's child…
My eyes welled up with tears almost instantly, heartbroken for her, and even more heartbroken for myself!
The fantasy of being cuckolded is one thing, but in reality, I simply couldn't bear it.
I called my sister first and said, "Your sister-in-law is pregnant."
My sister said, "Really? That's great!"
I chuckled, "But it's not mine.
" There was a sudden silence on her end. After a while, she asked, "Where is she?"
I said, "At the Maternal and Child Health Hospital."
My sister panicked, "Then why don't you go to the hospital to check? Go quickly and confirm!"
I nodded immediately.
Then I called my dad and asked him to watch the shop while I went to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital. It wasn't far from here; I got there in a few minutes.
She was in line, waiting for the ultrasound results.
I coldly asked, "Whose is it?" Even though I already knew it wasn't mine, I still asked.
Her eyes were red, and she whispered, "My ex-boyfriend's."
I immediately burst into tears, refusing to look at her, and went to the window to wipe my tears.
She showed me the test results, which said she was 41 days pregnant, and I had only known her for half a month!
Seeing the report in my hand, I almost couldn't control myself.
My mind went blank; I just kept crying.
After calming down for several minutes, I finally told her, "I feel like a complete joke. You know what? I used to go on online forums and always thought it was hilarious to unexpectedly become a father, but I never imagined it would happen to me."
She didn't say anything.
I said, "Call your mom."
She did, cried, argued with her mom for a bit, and then immediately hung up. It
really hurt me to see that, but I couldn't forgive her behavior.
Sometimes, when no one's talking to you, you can stay calm, but once you find an outlet for your emotions, they suddenly break down.
When my aunt called to ask what was going on, I choked up and couldn't say a word; hot tears streamed down my face.
I wasn't angry, only heartbroken.
She didn't say a word, nor did she try to stop me.
I said, "Let's go for a walk, don't go back yet."
I was afraid she wouldn't be able to face my parents.
She didn't speak, just followed me closely.
We bought two iced milk teas, and walked to the Erhai River. I talked to her a lot.
At that time, I was determined to get a divorce. Her mother called and tried to persuade me for a long time, but I didn't listen at all.
It wasn't just because of what my relatives and friends thought of me, but also because I was saddened by myself and mourned her future.
When we went to get our marriage certificate on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, I never imagined that something like this would happen just a few days later.
I said, "I once told my classmates that life is like a dream. Now, thinking back, life really is like a dream."
These less than two weeks of happiness felt like a dream.
She finally apologized to me.
Yes! I'm truly wronged. Her mistake has made me pay the price, and it might even affect my future life. Isn't that unfair?!
But I feel even more sorry for her. She'll likely face her parents' blame, the cold stares of relatives and friends, and the ridicule of neighbors.
I've even thought that if I had held back then, perhaps none of this would have happened.
But can I forgive her? But who will forgive me? Can I pity her? But who will pity me?
This is a huge wound; even if it heals now, it will leave a shocking scar.
I'm afraid that in the future, I might use this as an excuse to reopen her wounds, and reopen mine. I lack confidence in myself.
But I'm truly heartbroken. Just now, an uncle suggested I swallow my anger, but I can't.
I suddenly remembered her telling me about her feelings when she had her abortion. Was she hoping I would understand her?
And I disappointed her, deeply disappointed her, shattering her illusions about a better life.
Suddenly, tears welled up again.
I really don't want to hurt her, but I can't avoid all of this.
I said, "Thank you for understanding me."
She said, "It's okay, I don't care anymore." Things have come to this point, I don't care anymore.
Her calm attitude infuriated me, but I was helpless.
Maybe I'm overthinking it; no one has the right to tell a stranger what to do.
When I coldly accepted her honesty, when I went to the health center to stop her from having an abortion, when I made it public, she had already given up.
But my heart died before hers.
Although I now have the urge to cherish her and bear this burden of infidelity.
I wish us a peaceful parting, and I wish her a smooth recovery from this ordeal.
I also wish us happiness in the future. Our
marriage has come to an end.

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