Part 2Cheating Husband's Plastic Mistress: My Deadly Revenge

Before this, I had never checked my husband's phone. It stemmed from my belief in the beauty of marriage, thinking that trust should come first between spouses.

But this accidental discovery of his online search for women made me doubt everything.

Garrett said he didn't dare to actually go through with it, fearing sexually transmitted diseases. He just thought about it.

"How could I dare to hire a prostitute? I was just frustrated during your postpartum period. You wouldn't agree to have sex, so I had some wayward thoughts. But I definitely wouldn't dare to actually do it. I was just talking to satisfy my urges," he said.

That night, he wrote me a promise letter and repeatedly apologized until I finally let the matter drop.

However, I still felt uneasy deep down. After being discharged and recovering, I went to vent to my best friend.

My best friend had just ended a failed marriage, the reason being her husband's infidelity.

I told her, "Garrett's emotional cheating, I guess. After all, he didn't actually hire a prostitute or find a mistress. Our child is still so young, maybe I can tolerate it for now."

But my friend said I had "pregnancy brain."

"Do you know what my ex-husband said when we divorced? Out of ten men over thirty, nine have hired prostitutes. And to avoid being caught through transfer records, they all use cash."

I took her words to heart.

When I got home that evening, my mother-in-law, who had been looking after my daughter, had already packed up and returned to her hometown as soon as she heard I was coming back.

Only my daughter's piercing cries remained in the house.

I picked up my daughter with a heavy heart and complained to my husband about his mother leaving without saying goodbye.

Garrett was very displeased: "My mom is getting on in years. It's already good enough that she can look after the child for you!"

I retorted directly: "If she didn't want to take care of the child from the beginning, she didn't have to come. I could have asked my mom to come over! You were the one who actively asked your mother to come. And what do you mean 'look after the child for me'? Aren't you the child's father?"

Garrett was stumped and turned away, muttering under his breath.

"Huh, only you would know if I'm really the father..."

I took a deep breath, feeling like there was a mountain pressing on my chest. I didn't want to say another word.

My month-old daughter was still crying incessantly, her voice hoarse. No matter how I tried to comfort her, it was to no avail.

"Damn it, so annoying," Garrett cursed.

Unable to bear her crying, he swore and stormed out to stay at a hotel.

At six in the morning, after a sleepless night, I finally welcomed my child's maternal grandmother.

My mom, who often heard old people in the village talk about superstitions, said that this time the baby might have seen something unclean and was frightened out of her wits, which is called infant convulsions.

So, my child's grandmother and I tried calling back her soul and patting her, struggling for two whole days before she got better. We were exhausted to the point of seeing stars.

During these two days, Garrett didn't come home at night.

He came back drunk early this morning and fell asleep on the couch.

I was already so tired that my vision was blurry. As I bent down to tidy up, I unconsciously moved the weight scale.

As a result, it automatically displayed the last measurement data:

"Your last measured weight was 99 lbs, on April 12th at 19:31."

I had maintained a weight of 114 lbs for over a year, and I was in the hospital yesterday. It couldn't have been me.

So who measured it?

This weight seemed to be that of a woman, and many people instinctively step on a scale when they see one.

I frowned, suddenly noticing a strange smell. I carefully crouched down.

Sure enough, I smelled a faint scent of sex on the back of the couch.

He actually brought a woman home and cheated on the couch in front of our daughter!

I was burning with anger, finally understanding why my daughter had been frightened into convulsions. I could only imagine how intense their activity must have been.

At this moment, Garrett let out a satisfied snore, smacked his lips, and turned over.

The phone he had been lying on fell to the floor.