The Abandoned Wife

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?"