The Day I Stopped Loving My Husband

After my miscarriage, I became the kind of wife Ethan had always wanted.

I no longer shared the interesting parts of my day with him. I no longer called him all night when he didn't come home.

Even when Ethan and his mistress Quinn were about to have sex, I could remain expressionless and thoughtfully prepare condoms for them.

But he got angry and viciously threw the condoms on the ground.

"No need for those. I'm planning to have a child with Quinn. Aren't you jealous?"

I replied indifferently, "Whatever."