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Jiaqi nodded and said, "Hmm, I hope I'm just overthinking."
"When will the results be out?" I asked.
Jiaqi replied, "Soon, it should be ready in about ten minutes."
I sat in the chair waiting while Jiaqi went to attend to something else; my husband and mother-in-law seemed to have disappeared.
My heart was racing uncontrollably.
"Ms. Chen Huiying, your results are ready," Jiaqi said as she came out of the consultation room.
Seeing her serious expression made me a bit scared, so I followed her into the consultation room.
"You have Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, but you don't need to worry; it can be treated," the doctor told me.
I asked, "Can it really be treated?"
"That's uncertain; it depends on individual health conditions," the doctor said, and my heart sank like a stone.
In a daze, I called my husband. After several attempts, he finally answered. I gathered my thoughts and said, "Honey, the results are out; can you come pick me up?"
"How is it? Is there a problem?" my husband asked.
"It's Polycystic Ovary Syndrome," I sighed.
My husband bluntly asked, "Can you have children?"
I didn't know how to respond. After thinking for a moment, I said, "There's a chance of treatment; just come pick me up first."
My husband was silent for a long time, and I could hear chaotic noises on his end, as if someone was deliberately blocking the receiver.
But I still heard my mother-in-law say, "Hurry up and hang up; what’s there to talk about with someone who can't even place an order? Use this time to spend some quality time with Xiao Na."
Thinking of what Jiaqi had told me and hearing my mother-in-law mention Xiao Na twice, I suddenly understood everything.
My husband said, "Just come back by yourself; I have things to do."
I hurriedly tried to speak: "Wait, I didn't..." Money.
Beep beep—he hung up the phone.
He didn't even let me finish my sentence. Was it because I couldn't give him a son?
My heart ached painfully as I walked out of the hospital and looked at the sky; dark clouds loomed overhead as if it was about to rain.
I didn't have a single cent on me, couldn't take a taxi or a bus, and could only walk home step by step. Fortunately, the hospital wasn't too far from home, about seven or eight kilometers away. I hoped to get back before it started raining.
Halfway home, the rain began pouring down, drenching me completely. When I finally reached my doorstep, I took out my keys to unlock the door, but the lock wouldn't turn; it was bolted from the inside.
I shouted, "Honey?!"
No one answered.
I continued knocking, "Bang, bang, bang," until finally, the person inside became impatient and yelled back, "What are you rushing for? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?!"
It was my mother-in-law's voice. I pleaded, "Mom, it's raining outside, and I'm soaked. Can you please open the door and let me in?"
She grumbled as she opened the door, muttering, "You worthless money pit, can't even have a child. Why don't you just die?!"
Ignoring her tirade, I stepped inside. I felt like I had a fever and was dizzy. I headed straight for the corner cabinets to look for a first aid kit.
I couldn't find the kit, but I stumbled upon a phone wedged between two cabinets. I pulled it out.
I had never seen this phone before. I pressed the power button; it hadn't shut down and showed 60% battery life, indicating it was functional and frequently used.
Seeing the wallpaper made my nose tingle with emotion—it was a close-up photo of my husband with an unfamiliar woman. The phone was password protected, so I started trying different combinations.
My husband's birthday, my mother-in-law's birthday, my father-in-law's birthday, our wedding anniversary—finally, with great anticipation, I entered my own birthday.
...
The screen displayed "Password Incorrect." As expected. Instead of dwelling on useless sadness, I began to think.
If none of those worked, then this password must be that woman's birthday.
Suddenly, I noticed something in the lock screen wallpaper: in their intimate photo, there was a small mirror that seemed to face a calendar because I could see the date reflected.
The fact that this photo was set as the lock screen meant that this day was significant. It wasn't Valentine's Day or any major holiday; it must be a birthday.
July 26th—her birthday.
Today is also July 26th. They must have known each other for at least a year now. It turns out my husband had been cheating on me for so long without me knowing. Should I feel sorry for myself or call myself foolish?
I entered the numbers 0, 7, 2, and 6 in order into the phone. It unlocked and displayed various apps.
I opened WeChat and saw the first pinned contact: 'AaaaaaaXiao Na'.
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