Marriage in crisis

My husband Deng Jiazhe's appearance and Sister Zhen's face kept flashing in front of my eyes alternately. I wanted to confirm my guess, but in my heart I tried my best to deny it.

I can't accept this fact no matter what.

impossible.

Deng Jiazhe loves me.

From the time we met and fell in love, to owning this home and having our three lovely babies, he has always taken good care of me and devoted himself to me.

In the past ten years, we have never blushed once, and his gentleness and lingering towards me made me convinced, how could he do such a thing to me.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

But if it’s Sister Zhen, that’s not right either.

Before she came to our house, I didn't know her at all. We had no grudges in the past or recent days. Her salary at my house was definitely the best in the same industry.

When I first came home, I was the one who chose her. She was two years older than me, and she looked fresh and neat. After graduating from high school, he entered this industry and became a gold medal housekeeper.

When I was recruited back, my husband seemed dissatisfied and quietly asked me, "Are you too young to be reliable?"

"Isn't it reliable to be young? If you look more attractive, your hands and feet will be more agile! I am a gold medal housekeeper, you are too picky!" I also teased him meaningfully, "I should be the one who is worried! "

He pinched my face affectionately and responded, "What are you thinking about? Don't talk nonsense!"

Then he hugged me into his arms, biting my earrings and compromising, "Okay, just look at the right person. It's for you anyway. She is the one who accompanies you every day. I'm just afraid that the young ones won't grow up." I won’t be able to work for long and I have to change again! This is very annoying!”

Unexpectedly, Sister Zhen definitely has longevity, and she has been doing this for almost 8 years. I asked myself, we have gotten along well over the past eight years, and I treat her like a sister, how could she drug me?

Furthermore, if it were her, Deng Jiazhe would not have noticed that something was wrong with my state after taking the medicine, would not have failed to care about the efficacy of the medicine, would not have...

I really don't dare to think about it.

I don’t know whether it was because I didn’t drink the bowl of medicine, or because the cat’s state scared me. In short, I changed from my usual lethargy. I was like an elf awakening from a hazy state. I had abnormal consciousness and every cell burst. Generally, the whole person is in an extremely excited state.

Fear prevented me from closing my eyes.

What a long night.

But what chilled me even more was that no one came to observe my condition, and no one asked me if I had eaten.

I had to understand that in the past days, I slept lonely every day, occupying a separate space and no one cared about me.

It seems that Deng Jiazhe doesn't care about me as much as he seems on the surface.

Just like tonight, my husband's concern did not appear as I expected. Could it be that he has become accustomed to my lethargy.

The sky was getting brighter and lighter, and Reeva, who had been sleeping under the quilt, gradually regained consciousness.

At first, its eyes were distracted and it meowed twice feebly.

Then after a while, its limbs bounced. After a while, it stretched vigorously, turned over, curled up its limbs, nestled next to me, and returned to its original sleeping position, but the state was still the same. Lazy, not energetic, seems not to be fully awake yet.

This situation is very similar to the state I wake up in every time, which has to deepen my guess.

I helplessly hugged the cat into my arms, buried my face in its soft fur, and cried silently.

I don't understand why? Who is doing this to me?

For a long time, I raised my face and gritted my teeth and told myself that I couldn't sit still and wait for death, I had to find the truth.

The decision has been made, I know very well that I can’t alert the enemy yet, I still have to continue to ‘sleep’!

First of all, I have to figure out who gave the medicine? What is the purpose?

Thinking about this, I still feel lucky and prefer to believe that it was Sister Zhen who did this. Maybe this will be easier for me to accept.

But the slap to the face came so fast, with a crackling sound, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

And it's more cruel than imagined.