At five in the morning, I was in the late stages of pregnancy. At 5:20 a.m.,
my husband slipped out quietly, saying he was going fishing.
On the computer he’d left open, I saw a message from another woman:
“Has she left? I’m waiting for you.”
I scrolled up. Every word cut to the bone.
“She’s got a huge belly now. It’s no fun.”
“She’s obedient. She doesn’t check the accounts.”
“Once the baby turns one month old, I’ll find an excuse to divorce her.”
So he wasn’t busy, and he didn’t love fishing.
He was just waiting for me to give birth so he could kick me to the curb.
Everyone thought I was weak and easy to bully.
No one knew I’d prepared the divorce papers and a list of our assets three months ago.
He rushed home in a panic, hoping I’d forgive him.
I pushed the divorce papers in front of him and smiled calmly.
“You didn’t catch any fish, but it’s time to pull in the net.” He kissed my forehead and said, “Honey, get some more sleep.”
I believed him.
Until I passed the study and saw that his computer was still on.
The last message in the WeChat conversation read:
“Has she left? I’m waiting for you.”
The sender was saved as “Client - Zhou Min.”
I opened the chat history.
I scrolled back, then further back.
Until I found this line
“She’s obedient. She doesn’t check the accounts.”
I rubbed my belly. The baby kicked me.
I picked up my phone and typed three words:
“Come back now.”
The moment the door opened, the printer spat out its final sheet.
Divorce Agreement. I’d already signed it.
I wanted to see whether, when this man came back
he could still look at me
