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Sadness and Tragedy

This story 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 excited. To ease her tension, I decided to chat with her. She was very talkative, and we had a great time chatting, then we hugged each other. Smelling the fragrance of the beauty in my arms, I immediately became 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 in the Chinese zodiac, and many bad things happened to her. Her words immediately made my nerves tense. I had a premonition of something, and my heart ached. I asked anxiously, "What happened?" She said, "Just bad things!" "Sigh, that night, that guy insisted on taking me home. He's an armed policeman. I couldn't beat him in a fight, and I couldn't push him away. That's how those things happened. Sigh! 2014 was just so unlucky!" 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 all 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 I even felt a little excited. I asked, "What exactly happened? Why didn't you two get together?" Her answer almost suffocated me. She said, "Actually, I didn't want to either. My older sister always 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 happened. 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 broke my heart! Really! The feeling was 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 cuckold's mentality at play! I asked, "How many times have you two done it?" She said, "Just that one time." He apologized later, saying he didn't know I was a virgin. I immediately realized that 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 he didn't truly love her, so she broke up with him. Of course, he agreed; anyone would agree. 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 looked at my fiancée's phone and saw a Momo icon. I casually asked, "You still use Momo?" She said yes, she met the policeman on Momo, and they only met in person after knowing each other for over a year. I said, "This is a hookup app, you know?" By this time, we were already in a relationship, and I'd even inserted my fingers into her anus. She even agreed to let me have sex with her ass as long as I used a condom. She laughed and cursed at me, then deleted me from Momo (a dating app), saying, "If you don't like it, I'll delete it." I said, "No need, if you like playing around, go ahead, 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's today! March 9th! After we slept together, I noticed her vagina wasn't very tight, and it was always wet when 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 only one, that armed policeman. I said, "Tell me the truth, it's okay, I won't blame you." She whimpered, "Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't be angry." My heart skipped a beat, like the last number on a lottery draw had been revealed. She said, "Two." I'd only slept with one person, and she'd slept with two! My heart ached with a bittersweet feeling. I asked, "How many times have you slept together?" She said, "More than ten times. The first one only lasted once. The second one was introduced to me by my mom, so we slept together more often." I became incredibly jealous and asked, "Are they bigger or smaller 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; I didn't feel much when I penetrated her. She even showed me the second person she slept with. She said he was handsome, loved photography, travel, and writing—in short, he was very outstanding. She felt inferior to him, always feeling a little out of place. He liked her a lot, and had even cried and been heartbroken because they couldn't be together. Her family wouldn't allow her to marry someone from another place. She thought so too, because they weren't a good match. Life was going fairly well; after all, life isn't just about the bedroom, it's about the mundane things like food, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. Then, the day before yesterday, she said she was going shopping and didn't come back for a long time. I didn't know what she did. 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 didn't eat any of them, 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 vomited 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. I said, "No? I really haven'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 said, "How did you know?" She said, "I went out yesterday afternoon, didn't I? I went to buy a pregnancy test, and 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 to say anything. 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 asked, "Are you sure?" She cautiously replied that she had used two pregnancy tests, both of which were the better ones. I'm usually cheerful, but at this moment, I couldn't smile at all, not even a forced one. I could feel my expression stiffening, and I didn't say another word. But I still thought, maybe this was just a misunderstanding, maybe the pregnancy test was inaccurate? I tentatively asked, "Do you want this child?" She probably sensed something and said, "No." 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 I was really pregnant. Even if I was, I couldn't be sure the child wasn't mine. Her behavior became increasingly strange; she avoided my eyes. Normally, she would snuggle close to me while we slept, but now she didn't. We slept separately. The answer in my heart became 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 checkup." I said, "Okay, but you absolutely cannot have an abortion. I personally oppose abortions, regardless of whose child it is; it's a life." 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 ominous premonition 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 emails." I wanted to keep it a secret from my parents, not let it come out too soon. Then I called her seven or eight times, but she didn't answer. Sometimes it was just a message saying, "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently busy." I started to panic. I was afraid she'd secretly had the surgery, leaving no one to prove it. I don't know how much time had passed when the phone rang. It was her. I forced back my anger and asked, "Where are you? Come back for dinner!" 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, "For a checkup!" I said, "Then hurry up, I'll wait for you to come back for dinner." Then I hung up. I waited for over an hour, but she still hadn't returned. I then asked a friend, who said, "Are you stupid? Go to the hospital! Ask the doctor how long she's been pregnant, and you'll know!" I grew increasingly uneasy 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 now!" She didn't say anything, and the phone hung up. My heart ached. The anxiety of the past two days was finally over, but the outcome was obvious. My newlywed wife was pregnant with another man's child… My eyes welled up with tears almost instantly, heartbroken for her, and even more heartbroken for myself! The thought of being cuckolded was one thing, but the reality was something I couldn't bear. I first called my sister 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 moment of silence on the other end. After a while, she asked, "Where is she?" I said, "At the Women and Children's Health Hospital." My sister panicked, "Then why don't you go to the hospital to check? Go quickly, make sure." I nodded immediately. Then I called my dad and asked him to watch the shop while I went to the Women and Children's Health Hospital. It wasn't far from here; I arrived 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 indicated she was 41 days pregnant, and we had only known each other for half a month! Seeing the report in my hand, I almost couldn't control myself. My mind went blank, tears just kept falling. After calming down for several minutes, I said to her, "I feel like a joke. You know what? I used to go on online forums and always thought it was hilarious to become a father unexpectedly, but I never thought it would happen to me." She didn't say anything. I said, "Call your mom." She called, cried, argued with her mom for a bit, and then immediately hung up. My heart ached so much, but I couldn't forgive her behavior. Sometimes, when no one is around to talk to, you can stay calm, but once you find an outlet for your emotions, they suddenly overflow. When my aunt called to ask how things were, I choked up and couldn't say a word, hot tears streaming down my face. I wasn't angry, just heartbroken. She didn't say a word, nor did she try to stop me. I suggested we go for a walk, not go back yet. I was afraid she wouldn't be able to face my parents. She didn't say anything, 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 was really wronged. Her mistake made me pay the price, and it might even affect my future life. Can you believe it?! But I felt even more sorry for her. She might have to face her parents' blame, the cold looks from relatives and friends, and the ridicule from neighbors! I once thought that if I had held back then, perhaps none of this would have happened. But could I forgive her? But who would forgive me? Could I pity her? But who would 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 during her abortion. Was she filled with hope, hoping I could understand her? And I disappointed her, deeply disappointed her, shattering her illusions about a beautiful life. Suddenly, tears welled up again. I really didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't avoid all of this. I said, "It's enough that you understand me, thank you." 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 powerless to do anything. Maybe I'm overthinking it; no one has the right to tell a stranger what to do. When I confessed to her and she responded coldly, 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. Thank you for reading. If this made you sad, please just smile.

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