“Honey, I’m pregnant.” My wife, Juliet Bennet, walked up to me, holding a lab report, her face beaming with excitement. But I knew this child absolutely couldn’t be mine, because I had azoospermia. 1. My name is Leo Bennet, I’m 29, and my wife, Juliet Bennet, and I were college sweethearts. After graduating, we coincidentally landed internships at the same company. Working closely together for so long, we naturally fell in love. Juliet was not only beautiful, but her figure was stunning, with curves in all the right places. When we got married, all our relatives and friends said I was incredibly lucky to marry such a wonderful woman. I truly believed it, and so after marriage, I adored and cared for Juliet even more. But one issue always bothered me. For three years of marriage, we hadn’t been able to have a child. Because of this, I secretly went to a clinic for a sperm test. The result indicated azoospermia—a very low probability of conception. This news left me devastated, but what happened next fueled my despair into a raging fury. It was the second Friday afternoon after I learned about my condition. After work, I went to Juliet’s department as usual to wait for her to finish. But I waited for a long time, over half an hour past Juliet’s quitting time, and she still hadn’t appeared. Just then, Chloe, one of Juliet’s colleagues, came out. I quickly stopped her and asked, “Chloe, is Juliet still working late inside?” “Oh, Juliet? She went out with Mr. Potter at lunchtime for something, and I haven’t seen her all afternoon. As her husband, you might want to keep an eye on her.” Chloe said, then smiled and walked away. My expression froze. Went out with the manager and didn’t come back? Actually, working at the same company as Juliet for so many years, I had heard a few rumors about her. After all, Juliet was so beautiful. We started at the company at the same time, but she was now the head of the marketing department, while I was still a low-level salesperson. Many people in the company gossiped that she had only risen to her position so quickly by sleeping with the general manager, Mr. Ethan Potter. However, I didn’t believe this rumor. After all, Juliet and I had been together for so many years, and I knew her character and integrity very well. She wouldn’t do something like that. Still, the fact that Juliet went out without telling me left me a little uneasy. I pulled out my phone and called Juliet, but it only rang once before she hung up. Then, Juliet messaged me back on her phone: “Honey, I’m busy with something. Go home and eat first; don’t wait for me.” I didn’t think much of it and headed home after work. It wasn’t until around 11 PM that I heard the sound of keys unlocking the door. Juliet walked in, looking exhausted. As soon as she entered, I smelled alcohol and some other indescribable scent on her. I frowned and said, “Honey, how much have you had to drink?” Juliet waved her hand. “I was just drinking with Mr. Potter and a big client from the company. If I didn’t drink a lot, how could I close this client?” Seeing Juliet like this, I felt a pang of pity for her. I quickly helped her with her bag and urged her to go wash up and rest. While Juliet was showering, I put her changed clothes into the washing machine. Just then, her jacket pocket vibrated. I reached in and found Juliet’s phone still inside. I pulled out the phone and saw one unread message. On a whim, I entered Juliet’s lock screen password and opened the message. Seeing the content of that message, my face went pale. It was from a contact Juliet had labeled as “Major Client Ryan Potter,” and it read: “Juliet, you really satisfied me tonight. Come accompany me again tomorrow night, and your company’s project will be settled. I’ll pick you up from your office after work tomorrow.” Could it be that Juliet spent tonight sleeping with a client for a deal?! No, it couldn’t be. I refused to believe Juliet would do such a thing. 2. I held the phone, ready to confront Juliet as soon as she finished showering. When Juliet came out of the bathroom, I immediately walked up to her with the phone, displaying the chat history. I said, “Honey, what’s going on here?” Juliet took the phone, her face turning pale, then she put on a forced smile and said, “Honey, do you really think I’m that kind of person? Don’t worry, I won’t let him take advantage of me. The client tried to make inappropriate demands tonight, but Mr. Potter helped me reject them.” We had been married for so many years, and I still trusted Juliet. So I didn’t press the issue, and seeing how tired she was, I just told her to go to sleep. I thought the matter was closed. To my surprise, the next day after work, Juliet called me, saying she was meeting a friend for dinner and I didn’t need to wait for her. I didn’t think much of it at first, but as I walked past the company parking lot on my way home, I happened to see Juliet getting into a black Mercedes sedan and driving away. I saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man in the driver’s seat of that black Mercedes. Even I, with my easygoing nature, realized this was definitely the client from Juliet’s message yesterday. She told me she was having dinner with a friend, but instead, she secretly went to meet this client! If I hadn’t seen it by chance, I would still be completely clueless! A surge of nameless anger ignited within me. I couldn’t believe I trusted Juliet so much, yet she betrayed me like this, all for the sake of a deal. Then, those rumors circulating in the company before were very likely true. Thinking this, my hands and feet went cold, and my body trembled uncontrollably. I didn’t want to believe it was true, but the facts were laid bare before me, coupled with what I saw in her message yesterday—she had cheated on me. I angrily returned home, planning to confront her face-to-face when she came back! As I sat in the room, I suddenly noticed a pink ribbon peeking out from under the mattress. Puzzled, I went over and pulled back the mattress. What I saw beneath made my face go pale. In a small storage space under the mattress, there was a collection of various sex toys. Juliet and I had been married for so many years, but we had never used any of these. The conclusion was obvious: she bought these to use with other men. The thought of her being more uninhibited with other men than with me brought on waves of heartache; tears almost streamed down my face. My wife, she really betrayed me! I continued to wait for her. This wait stretched until past 11 PM again before Juliet returned home. As soon as she entered, I asked coldly, “You’re back?” Juliet nodded and said, “Yes.” “Which friend were you having dinner with, so late?” I asked, pretending to be unaware. “Just an old high school friend. We got a little carried away talking and lost track of time,” Juliet said with a smile. My eyes widened as I said, “High school friend? I think it wasn’t a high school friend, but rather your client, wasn’t it? I bet you even talked your way into bed!” Juliet’s face went pale. “What are you saying?” “You really think I don’t know anything? I saw it all! You got into your client’s car!” I shouted. “Oh, I was afraid you’d react like this when you found out. Honey, please let me explain. I didn’t mean to deceive you.” 3. Juliet began to explain herself. She said this client was crucial for her entire marketing department’s annual KPI, which is why she met with him today. However, she insisted she hadn’t done anything to betray me and had genuinely been discussing the project with the client. She claimed she rejected all of the client’s unreasonable demands, and in the end, because the client genuinely needed to cooperate with the company, they signed the contract. I snorted, walked to the bed, pulled back the mattress, revealing the sex toys underneath. “Then how do you explain *this*? You’ve never used these with me to spice things up. Who were you using them with?” Juliet’s face immediately flushed at the sight of the sex toys. She stammered, “Honey, actually… I bought these to use with you.” It turned out Juliet had bought these sex toys, intending to use them with me to spice up our intimate life, but after buying them, she was too shy to ever bring them up. So she hid them under the mattress, where they remained until now. Juliet pointed at the sex toys. “The packaging is still on; they’re unopened. I haven’t used them once.” I went to check, and it was indeed as Juliet said. Learning that I had unfairly accused Juliet, much of my anger dissipated, and at the same time, I felt even more guilty towards her. Actually, after discovering I had azoospermia, I already felt some guilt towards Juliet. After all, she had been with me for so many years, and I hadn’t given her a child. Her position and salary at the company were also much higher than mine. I felt somewhat unworthy of her. As long as she didn’t betray me, I would indulge her in everything else, considering it a form of compensation. For a period after that, Juliet’s and my life returned to normal. Since the project had been secured, Juliet no longer needed to work late or socialize. We went to and from work together every day, and gradually, I completely forgot about the previous incidents. But then, a month later, another event struck me like a bolt of lightning. It was Saturday afternoon. Saturdays were usually our day off, but Juliet mysteriously said she had a surprise for me that morning, then left. I was puzzled. It wasn’t our wedding anniversary, or a holiday, or her birthday. What kind of surprise could she have for me? I waited for this surprise until the afternoon. Around 4 PM, Juliet finally returned, her face beaming. Her hands were behind her back as she slowly walked towards me. I looked at her and said, “Honey, you’re so mysterious. What gift have you prepared for me?” She smiled even wider. “This gift, you’ll definitely jump for joy when you see it.” She exaggerated so much that it made me even more curious about this gift. She slowly brought her hands from behind her back to her chest. In her hands was a white A4 paper. I was even more puzzled. Was this what she called a gift? “What is this? A blank paper?” I asked. Juliet placed the A4 paper in front of me. “Take a closer look.” Upon closer inspection, it turned out not to be a blank paper, but a lab report. It stated that patient Juliet Bennet had a positive blood HCG test, confirming pregnancy. Wait, confirming pregnancy? And it had my wife Juliet Bennet’s name on it. Could it be…
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