Part 1Cheating Husband's Plastic Mistress: My Deadly Revenge

I had just given birth to my daughter a month ago when my husband, Garrett, wanted to have sex with me. I refused, but then I discovered his chat history as a client of prostitutes.

The photo showed a young, fair-skinned girl with a seductive gaze.

My supposedly frugal husband was even trying to haggle the price by playing the pity card to save money.

I couldn't help but laugh coldly. A man who's been tainted should stay as far away as possible.

My husband, Garrett, was supposed to be a frugal, good man. But he was so stingy that he even tried to haggle with prostitutes by shedding crocodile tears.

When I accidentally saw the disgusting chat history on his unlocked phone, I was instantly shaking with anger.

It showed that on April 7th, he had found a local beauty on TikTok. He even compared prices and chose the cheapest one.

When discussing the price, he tried to haggle by playing the pity card:

"I have an 80-year-old mother and a newborn child to support... Can you give me a discount this time? How about $50 less?"

After getting a compromise, the woman asked him to book a hotel room. He hesitated for a long time and asked if he could come to his home when his wife was out.

The woman exploded with profanity: "You fucking cheapskate! You can't even afford a room and still want to find a woman? Dream on! You poor bastard, your wife really hit the jackpot marrying you!"

After that, she blocked my husband. I didn't find any transfer records either.

Apparently, it was his empty wallet that forced him to extinguish his lustful fire in its infancy.

I remembered that April 7th was my birthday. That evening, Garrett had specially prepared a big dinner and even shamelessly said he wanted to have sex with me, which I refused because my body hadn't recovered yet.

I never expected he would turn around and try to hire a prostitute!

No wonder they say that married men's phones are almost always a sure bet - there's no such thing as an absolutely clean man.

But when I confronted him, Garrett showed no remorse at all. He even let out a disdainful "huh."

"You can still yell. I see you're not weak at all," he said.

"I'm a man with normal physiological needs. What's wrong with wanting to relax occasionally? I didn't actually hire a prostitute. I've been holding back long enough during your pregnancy. I took care of you when you were in the hospital, bringing you food and helping you use the bathroom... Am I not good enough?"

His words, accompanied by flying spittle, hit my face. He sounded so self-righteous.

I silently closed my eyes.

This was the consequence of my impulsive decision to marry and have a child, blinded by love.

Smelling his breath, I suddenly felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

At that moment, I felt a dull pain in my lower abdomen. Sitting on the toilet, I noticed some bleeding.

I felt weak and dizzy, with no strength left.

"Honey, my stomach hurts, and I'm bleeding a little. Can you take me to the hospital first?" I asked.

But Garrett thought I was faking it and scoffed.

"Why are you making such a fuss? Stop pretending. Do you want me to call an ambulance and send you to the ICU?"

His sarcasm was almost the last straw that broke the camel's back.

I blacked out and finally fainted next to the toilet.

When I opened my eyes again, it was broad daylight, and I was lying in a hospital bed.

The doctor happened to be doing rounds.

"Patient Zoe in bed 07, you had postpartum hemorrhage last night. There were retained products of conception that weren't fully expelled. Combined with emotional distress, mood swings can lead to postpartum hemorrhage."

Seeing my husband dozing off by the bed, his eyelids heavy with sleep, I quickly asked him where our child was.

"I've already asked my mom to take care of her. Don't worry, focus on getting better," he said.

Perhaps my pale and weak appearance stirred a bit of conscience in him. He held my hand guiltily and said,

"Zoe, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I had a few drinks yesterday and dared to lose my temper with you. I forgot you haven't fully recovered after giving birth."

I narrowed my eyes and pulled my hand away from his. He should know what explanation I was waiting for.

Garrett sighed.

"I did... look for women online, but I'm frugal and didn't actually go through with it! As you saw, I was just curious for a moment. I really know I was wrong."