I couldn't sleep at night, and accidentally, I found Joy's Twitter alt account.
I clicked on it and saw her latest post.
"My darling gives me 100,000 dollars every month to take care of his wife and baby after she gave birth. It's easy money, and it's a lot!"
In the photo she attached, she was full of joy.
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I wanted to die.
The more I saw her posts, the more I wanted to die.
When I complained about feeling nauseous and unable to eat, Stephen, who was "working overtime", went to the most expensive restaurant for a candlelit dinner with Joy.
On the day when I had a cesarean section and was given anesthesia to go on the operating table, Stephen, who was "on a business trip", was drawing heart shapes on the beach with Joy.
I flaunted that he brought me a bouquet of flowers home every day after work no matter how busy he was. Actually, it was because Joy's family owned a flower shop, and she lived upstairs from the shop.
I used to be proud of his meticulous love for me, but now I realized he was just casually brushing me off.
It came to me that when I just became pregnant, he complained that he wanted to have sex but couldn't. He never brought it up again afterward.