Before I could even respond, Jason suddenly let out a sharp cry.
Vivian immediately rushed to his side, her face filled with concern. "Jason, what’s wrong?"
"Vivian, I feel really itchy all over..."
Even though Jason’s acting was laughably poor, Vivian still flew into a rage and stormed over to me, demanding to know in a harsh voice what harmful thing I had put in the deer antler soup.
Before I could explain, her expression turned cold as she forced the remaining soup into my mouth.
Allergic to deer antler, I soon collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.
When Vivian saw the disgusting red rashes spreading across my body, she frowned in disgust and kicked me away from Jason.
Half an hour later, after returning from the emergency room, I heard heated sounds of passion coming from the master bedroom.
“Vivian, don’t twist around so much, be careful of our baby...”
“Don’t worry, Jason. I’m exactly three months along today. It’ll be fine.”
Three months ago was my wedding anniversary with Vivian.
So her so-called overtime that night had just been an excuse to secretly meet Jason.
I walked into the study and shredded the family portrait Vivian had placed on the desk, then threw the pieces away.