The Day I Stopped Fighting, He Panicked

My husband's mistress comes causing trouble for me once again. "I really, really like Hector a lot! Can't you just let me have him?" Hector Gale sits next to me silently. But soon, he texts me on the phone. "Just agree to her suggestion. You should play pretend with her in order to appease her." I follow Hector's instructions and agree to the mistress' suggestion. After that, I pack up my things quietly and move out of the home we live in. Before I leave, I even hear Hector's friend teasing him. "Wow, your wife sure is obedient! Doesn't that mean you can just order her to get an abortion?" Hector raises an eyebrow in return. He's still wearing a mask of relaxation and ease. "Why don't we place a bet?" "I bet that she'll throw a tantrum and cry at the top of her lungs outside the hospital next week, but she'll still go through with the abortion in the end." I don't say anything at all. Instead, I tap on a text that someone else has sent to me. "Will you marry me?" "Okay."