My Husband Helped the Neighbor Carry Rice When the Elevator Was Broken. I Decided to Divorce Him.

As soon as I got home after giving birth, the property management posted a notice: The elevator would be repaired for a month. My husband complained about the inconvenience of going to work and said he wanted to move to the company. I endured the postpartum discomfort without objection. But he came home on the third day, hugged me aggrievedly and said: "I can't sleep without my wife by my side." When I was doing his laundry, a shopping receipt fell from my pocket. It says: Pearl rice, 10KG. My heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. The family only ate Wuchang rice. What was even more strange was that he never took the rice home. At this time, his phone suddenly lit up with WeChat messages. I subconsciously used my fingerprint to unlock it, but it showed that the recognition failed. I asked him through the bathroom door: "Husband, your mobile phone... Why can't you even recognize my fingerprints?" The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and he coughed lightly: "My phone is broken. I'll record it again after I buy a new phone." My pale smile is reflected on the frosted glass door: "Okay." At three o'clock in the night, his mobile phone lit up again.