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At our daughter's birthday party, she made a wish in German while blowing out the candles.
"I hope Aunt Renee can become my mom this year."
My husband chuckled and tousled her hair.
"You'll get your wish soon."
I stood there, stunned, as the cake slipped from my hands and fell to the floor.
My husband looked at me with concern. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head repeatedly, forcing a smile. "Just slipped, that's all."
But only I knew the real reason-I was flustered because I understood German, and it made me drop the cake.
...
Felix seemed to have forgotten that I grew up in Germany and only returned to study at university.
When he found out, he learned German just to get closer to me.
Even our daughter's German was taught by me, bit by bit.
Now, Felix was wiping the floor with a towel and then cut another piece of cake, holding it up to feed me.
"It's okay, if you can't hold it, I'll feed you."
This time, I stepped back.
"I don't feel like eating right now."
Our daughter stuffed a big piece of cake into her mouth, mumbling with her cheeks full.
"I'm still here! You two should at least consider the situation before acting all mushy!"
Our daughter is seven this year, and her cheeks still have that adorable roundness. Her features are as delicate and pretty as Felix's.
Felix pulled me into a warm embrace in front of our daughter, raising his eyebrows.
"Being good to my wife is an everyday thing. My dear girl, you have to get used to it."
Our daughter put the cake down on the table and ran over to snuggle into my arms.
"No way, it's my birthday today. Mom belongs to me."
She hugged me tightly, but I didn't smile and pat her head like usual.
Sensing something was off, she looked up at me with a pout and asked, "Mom, why aren't you hugging me back?
Are you and Dad ganging up to bully me?"
Felix chuckled, and I looked at our daughter, speaking softly.
"I'm just wondering if my daughter and husband, who seem to love me so much, have found someone they like more outside."
In an instant, our daughter froze.
"Mom, what are you talking about?"
Felix's smile faded, and he gazed at me with a mix of tenderness and fatigue, taking my hand and gently rubbing it.
"Yes, both Neenee and I love you the most. Why would you think otherwise?"
I quietly pulled my hand away.
Even now, they want to deceive me.
They've clearly forgotten that what I hate most is being lied to.
When I married him, I told him that if I ever found out he was deceiving me, I would leave him forever.
He had even vowed in front of everyone to be loyal to me for life.
After all, I could choose to return to Germany and never see him again.
But now, I don't even know how long he's been unfaithful, and even my cherished daughter sides with another woman!
Five years of teaching and devotion vanished in an instant.
I thought I would break down and cry, arguing with them loudly.
Surprisingly, I felt calm, calmly contemplating what I should do next.
I suddenly pushed my daughter away.
"I'm feeling exhausted, you both carry on without me."