Dear Husband, Don't Lie To MeChapter 1 Birthday
It was my 30th birthday.
On that day, my six-year-old son, Trevin Clarke, kept asking for cake.
I cut a small piece for him and got him to eat it. After getting tired from playing, he fell asleep on the sofa.
I carried him to the bedroom carefully and laid him down on the bed.
I waited until the cake had collapsed and the cream had melted, but Jaidyn Clarke still hadn't come home.
The phone calls I made were all showing as busy.
A few days ago, I had stressed repeatedly that I wanted him to spend my birthday with me, and he had agreed.
But it almost approached midnight at the moment.
I was getting anxious. Just as I was about to call him again, the door suddenly opened.
He walked in, dressed in trendy sportswear, changing his shoes at the entrance.
Seeing me, he was momentarily stunned. Then slapped his forehead and quickly explained, "Sorry, dear. I have so much work to do at the company that I forgot today was your birthday.
"Let me just take a quick shower, and I'll celebrate with you."
He went into the bathroom.
His phone was left on the sofa.
I usually never checked his phone, but at that moment, I had a strange sense.