So later, when I received similar photos from two other women, I was unfazed.
Steve was very generous with women.
He gave them expensive watches from brands like Vacheron Constantin, Longines, and Cartier.
These women flaunted their conquests to me, as if to tell me that they had successfully seduced Steve.
In fact, Steve was not suddenly so bad to me.
I noticed a subtle change about a year ago.
At that time, I was 28, and besides doing housework every day, I had to take care of two five-year-old children, which was utterly exhausting.
Despite being wealthy, Steve was unwilling to hire a maid.
He said that since I was at home all day with nothing to do and not short of money, it was only right for me to do some housework.
I was so exhausted that I developed lumbar muscle strain. Several times when Steve came home and tried to touch me, I refused on the grounds of back pain.
After a few rejections, Steve stopped making any advances.
Perhaps it was because of this that he began to neglect me.
I didn't know when he hooked up with Andrea and began frequenting the kind of places he once called dirty.
Then he seemed to have changed completely and always found me displeasing, picking fights with me.
For example, he said the soup I made was so sour it could break teeth and that even pigs wouldn't drink it.
But he had been drinking that soup for many years.
He also said I was incredibly stupid and couldn't even mop the floor properly, causing him to slip and fall heavily at home.
But he fell because he was drunk and unsteady on his feet.
Over the years, I had always been grateful to him for accompanying me through my dark and gloomy teenage years and for taking care of things when my parents died in a car accident.
I was thankful for the comfortable life he gave me and for his respect and care in the past.
So, every time he picked on me and argued with me, I would give in to him.
I thought that since he bore the burden of the company, he was already very stressed.
And since I wanted to be a virtuous wife, I should be more tolerant and understanding of him.
So, every time he finished scolding me, I would try to talk him down gently like a humble servant.
After he had locked me out for several days, he came back once.
That night, I asked him, "Have you thought it over? About the divorce."