Honey! I'm much cheaper than a prostitute!

My dear, I'm much cheaper than a prostitute, husband. Since being with you

, I've realized how "cheap" I really am.

Every day I wake up an hour earlier than you to cook for you, taking care of everything for you, and you've never even said "thank you," as if it's all your due. Every

morning you get up, put on the clothes I've prepared for you, pick up the newspaper, and eat breakfast while reading, while I do housework. You rush off to work, and I have my own job, but I can't neglect taking care of you.

Would a prostitute do these things for you?

Husband, you're like a child, and I have to take care of you. Remember when we first got married? Every night you liked to lie on my chest watching TV, and you'd slowly fall asleep. To avoid disturbing your rest, I never dared to wake you, until my arm went numb, and I slowly drifted off to sleep...

Remember when we used to cuddle in bed without clothes until dawn? Now, you haven't touched me in so long.

You come home later and later every day, sometimes not at all. I always wait for you until dawn; I can't sleep without you. The nights without you are so long.

Maybe...maybe after so many years of marriage, your feelings for me have faded, but my love for you has only grown stronger.

Yet you still remember my birthday, and always bring me lovely little gifts to coax me when you come home late. And so I wait for you night after night, only to receive your apologies and gifts in return.

Husband, I really shouldn't have gone out that day. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have seen that scene: you embracing a woman on the street.

Husband, is she really prettier than me? When we got married, you told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Were those words just lies?
I really wanted to rush up and ask you, but I held back because your friends were there, and I didn't want you to lose face.

I followed you slowly, your laughter echoing from ahead. In the blink of an eye, you went into a hotel...

I could only wait at the entrance...

Husband, it's so dark, so cold, I'm so scared...

Husband, I miss you so much...

Tears streamed down my face...

In the pitch-black night, a woman sat alone in front of the hotel, waiting for her husband who hadn't returned all night...

Husband, how much does a prostitute cost for a night?

How much did the gifts you bought for them to please them cost?

How much did the high-class places you frequented with prostitutes cost?

Didn't you spend all that money just for a night of excitement?

And me, I don't spend a penny, yet you won't come home...

Husband, I'm much cheaper than a prostitute, why won't you want me?

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