The Housewife Strikes Back

t my husband w

t stray, Preston was the exception. I never expected that

r a year. When we got married, I was 26, and he w

nd my family found him incredibly reliable and down-to-earth. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to me, even sharing all his earnings with me befo

as I lay on the delivery bed enduring the pains of labor, Preston held my hand and vowed that no matter what challenges

an see you prefer a boy, but w

as it's our child, boy or girl, it doesn't matter. If it's a boy, w

. I was no exception. So I hugged Preston and cried, saying, "Our littl

odded vig

been on a roll. He had swiftly risen from being an ordinary supervisor to the position of Sales Director at his compan

my parents were getting on in years and I didn't want to burden them further, and given that m

t it was all worth it, especially seeing our daughter

at times, and we sometimes argued playfully, overall, it was still

n agreement: whenever an argument arose, one o

d every time we did this, ou

my trust, I let my guard down when it came to certain matters between men and

ared similar interests but had complementary p

large company, a true career woman,

s filled with hesitation, and she spoke haltingly

from acquaintance to intimacy. She used to often marvel at how lucky

nd joked with her, "We haven't talked in a few days, and the first thing you as

ould turn out to be true, le