Husband cheated on me for 40 years
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I felt like something inside me suddenly collapsed.
I looked at William in surprise.
William seemed to realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, and he changed the subject. “We are hungry. Hurry up the kitchen to cook.”
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I stared at William and asked calmly, “What did you just say?”
William looked impatient and replied, “I told you to cook. You’re so annoying to keep asking me.”
“Who is Wendy you are talking about?” I asked again.
William felt a little guilty and said, “You heard wrongly. I didn’t say that.”
I pressed further. “Is it Wendy Lopez, your father’s first love? You’ve known about her for a long time and that she has been in contact with your father, so you deliberately hid it from me.”
William opened his eyes wide, obviously not expecting me to say it directly.
“Mom, can you please stop thinking nonsense? Wendy was my dad’s college classmate. It’s normal for them to keep in touch. You are not a teenage girl anymore. Why do you care about
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this?” William blamed me for making a fuss.
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After that, he added, “Wendy is different from you. As the director of the gynecology department in a hospital, she has a proper job, unlike you, who stays at home to take care of the child and cooks every day. You should go out more often when you have nothing to do. Don’t be suspicious all the time. It will spoil your brain.”
I looked at William, whom I had carried for 10 months and risked my life to give birth to. Now, he was belittling me because of another woman.
In his eyes, I was hateful. Because I made unwarranted assumptions about Wendy, I was unforgivable.
But he didn’t know that I, the housewife who he thought knew nothing other than cooking, was once a graduate of a prestigious university and was supposed to have a wonderful life.
It was his father and he who made me a housewife.
My eyes felt sore, and I shed tears.
I said with a sense of speechlessness, “Since you like that woman so much, you may be her family from now on.”
William looked at me as if I were a lunatic. At that moment, in
his eyes, I was not his mother, but some crazy woman.
The door to the study flew open.
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Timothy scolded in a deep voice, “Betty, what’s gotten into you? William and Monica are already tired enough after a day’s work. You didn’t cook and even made such a fuss! Why?”
I looked at him with a mocking look. “You don’t know why?”
Timothy frowned, “What do you want to say?”
I looked at him and said indifferently, “I want to divorce you.”
A strange look flashed through Timothy’s eyes. He sneered, “There’s a limit to how much nonsense I can take. At your age, aren’t you afraid of being laughed at? If you don’t want to cook, just say so.”
I was a little impatient. “Are you deaf? I said I want to divorce you!”
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