The Tears of My Cheating Wife

Chapter 2

"No divorce, no divorce!" Gianna clung to me desperately, preventing me from slamming the door and leaving. 

She took out her phone and deleted all of Jacob's contact information in front of me. 

Her trembling hands reached up to cup my face, but I turned away in disgust.

"I was wrong, hubby, I was really wrong." Gianna fell to the ground, her teddy bear nightdress stained with rose petals, the hem damp.

I instinctively wanted to help her up. After a miscarriage, her lower body couldn't stand the cold. But I silently clenched my fists. She could rush ten kilometers away in the pouring rain to have a tryst, so what was wrong with sitting on the floor for a while?

"I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything.

"That day, I called you more than twenty times because I had a nightmare in the middle of the night that something had happened to you. I was scared.

"You didn't answer, and I panicked. I ran out of the house in a daze and rushed into the street, only to be hit by Jacob's car."

I froze, my swaying body almost falling. There were so many takeout orders that night. I had an argument with a slow restaurant and another with a reckless delivery driver who bumped into my car. I really didn't pay attention to Gianna's missed calls. I never thought it would lead to such serious consequences.

"Do you know, Jackson, it was also raining that night, and my blood flowed all over the ground, but I still couldn't get through to you. If Jacob hadn't taken me to the hospital, let alone the baby, you wouldn't even see me in this life."

I still remember how she cried until she fainted in the ward.

"You weren't there for me when I needed you most. Jacob gave me the greatest sense of security. I admit I was wrong, but are you really blameless?"

I grabbed my hair and slumped onto the sofa in frustration.

Yes, Gianna was the one who suffered the most.

But I lost contact with her when she was most afraid, and during her recovery from the miscarriage, I took on more part-time delivery jobs. I didn't have time to care about her feelings.

"Get up. The floor is cold." I helped Gianna up and sat her on my lap.

She sobbed with a red nose, then suddenly burst into tears, hugging my neck, her tears falling continuously onto my back.

I gently stroked her trembling back. I told myself to forgive her, to forgive this poor woman who had just lost her child.

She was my wife, and as long as she was willing to change her mind, I could pull out the thorn in my heart.

But I never imagined that once this thorn was pulled out, there would be a longer, sharper blade that would eventually pierce me.

*****

Gianna smashed her phone in front of me. She swore that she would never cheat again in her life and would love only me forever. I believed her.

Overjoyed, I diligently rode my little electric scooter to pick up and deliver orders. But somehow, was it God's trick on me? At the same intersection where Gianna had her accident, I was also sideswiped by a car, scraping a patch of skin off my calf.

"Damn it. So unlucky!" The car owner got out, cursing.

"You were the one who suddenly rushed out. It has nothing to do with me!" He glanced at the wound on my leg, showing no intention of compensating or apologizing.

I was going a little fast because I had an order that was about to exceed the delivery time. But I was certain that I was not speeding or breaking any rules. On the contrary, the car owner's gesture of putting his phone back in his pocket was very unnatural. 

He braked while crossing the line and then reversed.

"Let me see your dashcam footage."

"It's broken. I haven't had time to fix it."

I looked up and around. 

The surroundings were all old residential areas, and most of the cameras on the road were outdated and useless.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a mobile phone repair shop by the side of the road. That kind of shop, with all kinds of old mobile phone accessories, must have cameras!

"Yes, do you want to see it?" The owner pointed to the security camera at the entrance of the shop.

Fortunately, the owner was a nice person. Seeing me at a disadvantage, he immediately pulled up the surveillance footage, which confirmed that the car was entirely at fault.

The car owner was on the phone while driving, causing him to run a red light, cross the line, and hit me while I was driving according to traffic regulations.

I sat in the owner's repair shop, waited for the traffic police and insurance to finish processing everything, and went to the pharmacy in the next district to buy some medicine to treat my wound.

"Young man, go home and rest since you are injured!"

"Thank you, but I have to earn money to support my family!" I smiled politely and suddenly thought of Gianna. I started chatting with the owner.

"Does this intersection have a lot of accidents?"

"Not really." The owner was sorting through the surveillance tapes as he spoke. "You're the first one in the past six months."

"That's not right!" I stood up abruptly, ignoring the pain in my calf. "My wife had an accident here two months ago."

The owner waved his hand dismissively. "Impossible, I'm in the shop every day. There's no way I wouldn't remember something as big as a car accident."

Seeing my suspicious look, he took out the surveillance tape he had just sorted and pulled up the day's recording according to the date I mentioned.

"See for yourself."

In the footage, there were not many cars on the road late at night. A gray Volkswagen drove by slowly, then turned back and stopped in the shade of a tree by the side of the road.

A man poked his head out of the car window. After making sure there was no one around, he stopped, closed the windows, and turned off the lights.

After less than five minutes, the car began to shake slowly. Then it trembled, the frequency gradually increasing, until half an hour later, it gradually returned to calm.

The car door suddenly opened.

The woman in the passenger seat ran down in a panic, and the bright red blood could be vaguely seen under her long white dress. It flowed down her calf, mixing with the rainwater on the ground.