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The LV Belt Mystery: Between Love and Betrayal
墨書 Inktalez
Divorce is never something that happens overnight.
I held my cup of milk, leisurely speaking to my best friend, Li Shan.
Li Shan glanced at my protruding belly, wanting to say something but holding back.
Following her gaze, I touched my belly and smiled, saying, “You want to ask what’s going to happen with this child, right?”
Li Shan nodded.
“I'm going to have the baby. The child is innocent, and besides, I can afford to raise it.” My tone was gentle yet firm.
Li Shan sighed and advised, “Being a single mother is not easy.”
Seeing my expression darken, she added, “Maybe this is just a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding?”
I coldly handed her my phone to show her the pictures.
“This belt, you should know its price, right?”
Li Shan glanced at it and said, “It’s just a belt; it’s not expensive. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I remained silent.
A belt worth several thousand yuan isn’t particularly expensive. But the problem is that Ma Yuqiang only makes eight thousand yuan a month.
In the beginning, I chose the caring but financially struggling Ma Yuqiang. My colleagues and friends advised me that as a flight attendant, I had many options and could find someone better. But I was in pursuit of true love and didn’t listen to their advice; in the end, I married Ma Yuqiang.
For the first two years of our marriage, I hesitated to have a child due to our lack of a house and a car. I worked tirelessly, hoping to save enough for a down payment on a home. Finally, we managed to scrape together the down payment and bought a house. Only then did I feel ready to start trying for a baby.
After I became pregnant, I stopped flying. With my absence from work, our finances became tight. The monthly mortgage was seven thousand, while my basic salary was only two thousand eight hundred. Ma Yuqiang worked as a salesperson at a trading company, and with commissions, he brought home about eight thousand a month.
I had to be frugal, even hesitating to buy strawberries. So when that LV belt appeared, I was taken aback. One day, when Ma Yuqiang took off the belt, I asked him where it came from. He casually mentioned that it was a gift from a client. My heart sank. Ma Yuqiang was just an ordinary salesperson; how could a client possibly give him such an expensive gift? But I didn’t press further.
It was only after we got married that I realized Ma Yuqiang had an obsessive nature. If he didn’t want to share something, asking wouldn’t help. So I began to pay close attention to his every move. Sure enough, I noticed some strange things. The most obvious was that he was working longer hours than ever before. I reminded him that I was pregnant and hoped he could spend more time with me. Yet he insisted that we needed money and sometimes outright ignored me.
In the past two weeks, he often returned home late at night. That day, he surprisingly left work on time. However, during dinner, his eyes were glued to his phone as he typed away incessantly. I asked him if something urgent was going on, and he vaguely replied that a major client had some inquiries.
I playfully asked, "Which client is still contacting you after hours?" He quickly turned off the screen and said, "It's nothing, just asking about the production progress." I didn't press further and finished my meal before heading back to my room.
Ever since I became pregnant, I've been sleeping a lot. In the middle of the night, a sudden wave of intense abdominal pain jolted me awake. I touched my taut belly, panic rising within me as I feared something might be wrong with the baby. Struggling to sit up, I reached out for him, but the space beside me was empty.
Ma Yuqiang was not there. I turned on the light and called his name. The room was eerily quiet, with no response. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed his number. The phone rang for a long time without anyone answering. The pain in my abdomen intensified, and not daring to delay any longer, I called for an ambulance myself.
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