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The Neglected Wife

The Neglected Wife

Rabbit

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After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. [Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.]

Chapter 1

My husband Alan Barnes had been absent from my birthday for five years after marriage.

He gave me no gifts or blessings.

He said, "I have given you the money. You can buy whatever you want."

But he started preparing for his childhood sweetheart, Fiona Jenkins' birthday half a month in advance.

He said, "She is different. She only has me."

As the only survivor of the accidental fire, he felt sorry for Fiona for more than ten years.

Looking at the photo on Moments of Fiona holding a cake and kissing his face, I commented, "He is just a loser. You can have him."

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Before midnight, Alan went into the bathroom with his phone.

I stood up quietly, leaned against the wall, and could hear his doting voice.

"How could I forget? I must be the first one to wish you a happy birthday."

I felt bitter and heartbroken.

He had been like this for 5 years.

Today was Fiona's birthday, and also mine.

He didn't celebrate my birthday with me after we got married. He was always busy at this day.

We had a fight. I thought it would be different this year.

Half a month ago, when he ordered the cake, he asked me, "Do you like this dress?"

The spaghetti-strap backless fishtail dress in the phone sparkled silver.

I teased, "What kind of occasion can I wear it?"

He looked at me in surprise. "On your birthday. You are beautiful and don't worry about other people's opinions."

I was looking forward to something different this year.

After all, he used to prepare for Fiona's birthday behind my back.

So when it seemed he didn't hide anything from me, I thought it must be for me.

I even wanted to be a generous wife.

I wanted to invite Fiona to celebrate our birthday together, after all, her parents had passed away.

But now it seemed that I was wrong.

Through the bathroom door, I heard Alan mention me with disdain.

"Freya is not a kid. Why should I coax her?

The more she doesn't want me to go, the more I want to go."

My fingernails hurt my hands and my heart was broken.

Was it immoral to celebrate his wife's birthday?

Alan sighed deeply.

"She is becoming more and more ungrateful."

I didn't know what Fiona said but Alan laughed out soon.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow. Remember to wear the dress."

I was totally disappointed.

My husband had a weak character, but after marriage, he seemed to start rebelling.

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