Chapter 17: I’m Broke Too
“Parson, if women could become mothers without going through pregnancy, who would still be willing to endure it? Just think about my perfect figure—if I got pregnant, I’d gain weight, and my stomach would be covered in ugly stretch marks. Would you still love me as much as you do now?”
“Besides, if I lost my charm and allure, I wouldn’t be happy either. You already have an adorable son and daughter, and I don’t want to have children. We are a match made in heaven!”
Judy spoke with excitement, as if she could already see the beautiful future that awaited her.
Hearing her words, Parson was instantly reminded of how his wife used to be before childbirth—once the shining star of the stock exchange, tall and fair-skinned, with a waist so slender it could be held in one hand, and long, shapely legs reminiscent of a supermodel.
Whenever they went out together, people would look at them with envy. Back then, he was so infatuated with her that he felt he could even give up his life for her.
But after they married, his wife let herself go, especially after having two children. The trivialities and pressures of life gradually drained her of her former radiance.
She would finish all the food the kids left behind, which became her breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She stopped caring about her figure and gained weight. Now, she resembled a pig and even snored loudly in her sleep.
Every time Parson thought about this, his desire would vanish instantly. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been intimate with his wife. To him, Daphne Anne had become utterly repulsive.
Judy was right. What was his crime?
He was just a normal man who wanted a woman who matched him both physically and emotionally. If his wife couldn’t provide that, he could replace her. At worst, he’d give her some money and let her find another pig-like husband who suited her better. Wouldn’t that be fair?
“Baby, my dear Judy, I would never forget what I promised you. Look, I even brought you a birthday gift today.”
With that, Parson placed the gift box on the bed, his face filled with anticipation and an ingratiating smile.
Judy said she didn’t want it, but her hands betrayed her. She eagerly opened the jewelry box, but her expression quickly turned from joy to fury.
“What the hell is this?!”
She hurled the box at Parson, her eyes blazing with rage.
Parson was stunned when a condom flew out of the box. He clearly remembered that inside was a Van Cleef & Arpels necklace he had bought for 150,000 dollars. How had it turned into a used condom?
His mind went blank, and his face filled with shock and confusion.
Judy kicked him off the bed. Parson, having just taken Viagra, felt an unbearable swelling below. He desperately clung to the edge of the bed, grabbing Judy’s foot and pressing it against his nose.
“Judy, I can’t take it anymore! Baby, please, just this once. I swear this was an accident. I must have grabbed the wrong box! Please let me in first, and I’ll buy you another one later. Two, if you want!” His voice trembled with desperation, looking utterly pathetic.
Judy yanked her foot away in disgust, stood up, and shoved Parson out the door. Leaning against it, she burst into tears.
“You didn’t make a mistake! You did this on purpose to humiliate me!”
“You’ve been with that old hag for so long without divorcing her, and now you trick me with a damn condom?!”
“You knew today was my birthday, yet you had to ruin the mood. Are you trying to make me miserable? Do you not love me anymore?!”
“You old bastard! If you want to dump me, say so! Plenty of men want me—I don’t need you!”
Judy sobbed uncontrollably inside, while Parson stood outside, his mind in chaos, his body still painfully swollen. He couldn’t bear the thought of going home, especially since his wife no longer aroused him in the slightest.
Desperate, he pulled a black card from his wallet and slipped it under the door.
“Judy, my baby, please believe me. I didn’t mean it. Besides, I gave you my salary card, didn’t I? Open the door, please. I’m begging you.”
As expected, the moment Judy saw the card, she hesitated before slowly opening the door. Parson wasted no time pinning her beneath him…
As night fell and the twilight swallowed the city’s bustling noise, Parson returned home, walking with an air of exhaustion and satisfaction.
Judy had pampered him, leaving him utterly content, still basking in the lingering warmth of their passionate rendezvous.
However, the moment he pushed open the front door, reality struck like a bucket of ice-cold water, instantly dousing his lingering pleasure.
The first thing he saw was the kitchen—his wife, Daphne Anne, busily preparing dinner.
Her barrel-like waist wobbled as she barged into the cramped kitchen, pots and pans clanking around her.
The sight made Parson’s stomach churn with disgust, as if a swarm of worms were writhing inside. His earlier pleasure turned into nausea. The slight smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by pure contempt.
Fully engrossed in preparing dinner, Daphne Anne didn’t notice her husband’s darkened expression. She heard the door open and quickly turned around, her face lighting up with a warm smile, filled with love and concern.
“You’re home! You must be exhausted. I went to the market today and found salmon on sale. You love salmon, so I bought two extra fillets!”
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she imagined his delighted reaction. She cheerfully pulled out the groceries, placing them neatly on the counter.
Still lost in her little joy, she failed to notice the storm brewing on Parson’s face. Her excitement faltered slightly as she hesitated, lowering her voice apologetically.
“… we might have gone a little over budget this month.”
Her head drooped, her voice turning small and uncertain, as if she were a child admitting to a mistake. Her hands nervously fumbled with the groceries, strands of hair falling messily over her face, accentuating her exhaustion and helplessness.
At that moment, Parson’s patience snapped. His anger flared, shooting up like flames.”