On our son’s birthday, my husband’s childhood sweetheart, Zhang Xiaoxiao, posted an update on social media.
“Happy birthday, my dear boy!”
The photo showed my son nestled in Zhang Xiaoxiao’s arms.
I silently liked the post.
Soon, Zhang Xiaoxiao deleted the photo.
My husband and son came home in a rage.
“This is all your fault. Why did you make Auntie Xiaoxiao delete the photo?
“You’re a bad mom. I don’t want you anymore.”
Without even asking what had happened, my son started kicking and hitting me as soon as he walked through the door.
My husband watched coldly and did nothing to stop him.
Only after our son had beaten me to his heart’s content did he produce half a cake, as if doing me a favor.
“Xiaoxiao told me to bring this for you. Eat it, then go apologize to her tomorrow.”
His voice was cold and full of irritation.
He probably blamed me for ruining their date, too.
I pressed a hand to my aching stomach and looked at the vivid yellow mango on the cake.
Suddenly, I was just so tired.
Su Cen, let’s get a divorce!
