Without knowing how it happened, I had sex with my neighbor. I could not believe that the one who cheated would be me.

Half a year ago, after my wedding, I moved into this new condominium with my husband. Not long after that, a couple moved into the unit opposite ours.

Since we moved to our new places at almost the same time, we greeted each other and it did not take long for our two families to become friends.

However, this friendship was completely shattered on that day.

A few days before that happened, I was on a business trip. Since my husband's, Jeremy Damon, birthday was coming up, I worked extremely hard and fast so that I could return two days earlier. I planned to give him a surprise celebration, but I did not expect to see Jeremy having sex with our female neighbor when I opened the door.

In a fit of undiluted rage, I fought with the female neighbor. Instead of protecting me, my husband defended her. He even pushed me to the floor.

What happened next was a shock to me. Because of that fall, I lost the baby inside me.

To be frank, part of it was my fault too. As I was too busy with work the past few weeks, I did not notice that my period did not come. If not for the blood that was dripping down my legs to the floor, I would never have known that I lost a baby.

Despite this, my husband did not even bother to look at me once. He shielded his lover, who was in shock and left without saying a word.

He left me alone, sitting on the cold hard floor. It was the male neighbor who noticed me on his way back and swiftly took me to the hospital.

At the hospital, the doctor told me that my work stress, coupled with the push from my husband, caused my miscarriage. I had no choice but to remove a life from my belly.

When the cold and metallic surgery equipment entered my body inside the operation theater, I could not hold the rage inside of me any longer.

When I got out of surgery, the first thing I told Kevin Clarence, my male neighbor, was that I wanted to take revenge on them.

I remembered that Kevin gently pushed me back and chided, "Don't think about it first. What you need now is to rest."

"But, aren't you angry? Your girlfriend cheated on you with Jeremy. Don't you want to exact revenge on her as well? We can do that by having sex, no?" I tried to convince him. Pleaded with him even. I even went as far as grabbing his hand and placing it on my ****** without any embarrassment. "Look, my body isn't that bad, right? You won't lose anything by having sex with me."

He looked at me as if he could not understand my reasoning and retracted his hand. "If you still feel the same a month later, then we'll talk."

That was the first time I asked a man to have sex with me yet I was turned down instantly. It was extremely awkward for me.

Kevin drove me back home after that. He was quiet on the way back.

When I got back, my apartment was completely shrouded in darkness. When I turned the lights on, the only thing I saw was the mess I had made when I fought with Jeremy's lover.

On the floor were also the roses and presents I had prepared for Jeremy.

Without any hesitation, I threw the roses and presents into the trash before heading back to the bedroom, all the while fighting back tears.

Throughout the night, all I could think of was the scene of my husband moving his hips on top of another woman. It was such a disgusting yet saddening feeling.

Even though people like to insist that we should not feel sad for a man who has cheated, when it happened to me, there was no way I could remain calm about it. To make matters worse, we had just gotten married and the happy life I was looking forward to was shattered in an instant.

Perhaps because I was just out of surgery, my body was extremely weak and I fell asleep with tears dripping down my cheeks.

The next day, I was roused awake by the aroma of food. When I got out of the bedroom, I was surprised to see the living room completely tidy.

I walked into the kitchen and saw a man making breakfast. Tears filled my eyes and I quickly ran up to him and hugged him from behind.

"Hubby, I had a nightmare last night..." I said in a hoarse voice.

The man that I hugged froze up for a moment before moving my hands away and turning around.

It was only then that I shockingly realised that the man in front of me was not Jeremy but Kevin.

I could not help but find the similarities between them funny. They both had the same height and body type. It was practically impossible to differentiate them from behind.

That was the first time in my life that I felt so awkward. I couldn't believe that I mistook Kevin for Jeremy. To make matters worse, he even rejected my advances the day before. It was so embarrassing that I wanted to dig a hole in the floor and burrow myself in it.

"Go clean yourself up. Breakfast's ready." Kevin looked at me without any expression on his face and brought the food to the dining table.

My first impression of Kevin was that he was a calm and steady man, and my interactions with him proved this notion right. What I did not expect was that he could still keep his calm and steady demeanour after being cheated on.

As I ate, I eyed Kevin carefully and asked, "How can you be so calm when your girlfriend cheated..."

Before I could finish my sentence, he shot me an angry look and said, "What? Should I react like you then?"

His words made me regret my question.

"Drink the soup. It helps you recover from blood loss," he said.

I was stunned for a second before realizing that all the dishes he had prepared were known to promote recovery from excessive blood loss. I never would have thought that he was such an attentive person. Even Jeremy never cared for me to such an extent before.

The thought of my husband made my eyes tear up again. As I sobbed, I asked, "What did I do wrong? Why did he betray me?"

"Does a man ever need a reason to cheat?" Kevin raised his head and looked at me as if I was an idiot.

I choked on my food and found no words to counter him. "But... Then, why don't you want me? I'm not asking for money, nor am I asking you to take any responsibility. You even get the opportunity to take revenge on your girlfriend for cheating on you. It's like hitting three birds with one stone. Why not do it?"

The man put his spoon down and his expression turned serious. "First, I'm giving you a month so you won't regret your decision. Second, I'm not that horny that I would want to sleep with a lady who just had a miscarriage."

When I heard his explanation, I felt extremely embarrassed.

If I was not completely enraged, if I was not so eager to exact revenge on Jeremy, I would never have asked such a reckless request from Kevin.

What I had inside of me at that time was a flame of anger, and I needed someplace to diminish that fire.

After I finished my meal, Kevin started to clean the dishes.

I had to admit that not only was he good-looking, but his manners were also amazing as well. Overall, he was leaps and bounds better than Jeremy could ever be. I could not help but wonder how blind his girlfriend had to be to betray such a perfect man for Jeremy.

It was then that I finally understood that that was no reason for either a man or a woman to cheat.

All that was left now was the two of us, both of which were cheated on by their partners.

"You should take a month's leave from work. I'll come over and cook for you. Try to stay in and rest as much as you can," Kevin said as he left my unit.

I stood by the door and said in a low voice, "Actually, you don't have to do this. I know you're trying to atone for what your girlfriend has done to me, but the both of you are two separate people. I know who to blame. We are both the victims here..."

Before I could finish my sentence, his expression darkened again. At that moment, I wanted to slap myself in the face for saying that. No man in the world would be happy to be constantly reminded that he was cheated on.

However, the smile returned to his face after a few seconds. "Then, are you offering yourself to atone for your husband's crime?"

I never thought that he would use my words against me and was stunned. Before I could even reply, he had already opened the door to his unit and gone in.

After Kevin was gone, I finally had the time to calm down and rethink my marriage.

I could not help but wonder that with how things were at that moment, was it worth it to keep this relationship with Jeremy?

In the end, I shook my head. The feeling of being cheated on was like receiving a stack of cash that only to have it fall onto dung. It would be a waste to leave the cash there, but it would feel disgusting to pick it back up at the same time.

And, unfortunately, I had mysophobia.

After pondering over it the whole morning, I finally decided to let go. Deep down in my heart, I knew that I could not live with Jeremy anymore. The deciding factor that led to this conclusion was the memory of how painful it was when I had the miscarriage and was lying on the cold operating table at the hospital.

Remembering that, all I could feel was rage at Jeremy's betrayal.

When Jeremy finally returned in the evening, I told him about the miscarriage without an ounce of expression on my face. I even gave him the hospital's report as proof.

"Let's get a divorce. I'll keep the condominium and you'll keep all the money in your account," I said.

I thought Jeremy would at least argue a little about how we should divide our assets, but his reaction was way more extreme than I ever expected.

He knelt on the floor and started to apologize in tears.

"April! please forgive me! I-I never knew you were pregnant. I pushed you back because you were going insane. If I knew that the push would cost us our child, I would never have done that..." Jeremy sobbed and began to tell me how much he loved me. He even brought up our fond memories.

The more he reminisced about our past, the more depressed I got. We used to be so in love with each other that all our friends looked up to us as the epitome of a happy couple. I let out a deep sigh, wondering how all that could crumble in such a short time.

As Jeremy continued to speak, tears started to roll down my cheeks. Yet, I kept my mouth shut and let the tears drop as much as they wanted. It was as if this would be the last time I was going to cry.

As a decisive person, I had already decided to discard this contaminated relationship.

Seeing how determined I was, Jeremy grabbed my hand to slap his face. "April, please... Hit or yell at me all you want. I promise you that I won't fight back. Just... Don't leave me. Please..."

In the end, Jeremy was exhausted from all the crying and gently said, "I know you think of me as a dirty person. I won't do anything yet. Let's talk when you've thought things through..."

I had to admit, when I saw Jeremy cry and beg for my forgiveness, my determination wavered slightly.

However, the moment I thought of my baby that was gone, my softened heart hardened once more.

I insisted on the divorce, leaving Jeremy with no choice but to leave.

It was not until the sun finally set that my mother called to yell at me.

To summarize what my mother said, she was adamant that men were like stray cats. They would betray the people who trust them the most from time to time, but the ones who return were good men.

After scolding me, my mother then informed me that my younger brother was getting married. As her son-in-law, Jeremy had transferred her 100 thousand dollars for the wedding preparations.

I could hear my mother's excited tone over the phone, but my heart was as cold as ice.

When my mother finally finished talking, I told her that I just had a miscarriage. She was stunned for a few seconds before saying, "Take care of your body so that you can get pregnant again. I'll go visit you when I have the time."

The call from my mother only pushed me further into the dark abyss of my turbulent heart.

I was like a child who was wronged and was looking for a shoulder to lean on. Yet, no matter where I searched, all I found were knives.

I curled up on the couch as if I was a cocoon. Yet, no matter what I tried to do, a numbing cold started to leak from my heart to the rest of my body.

When it was almost midnight, the doorbell rang. I pretended to not hear it, but the person outside kept ringing the doorbell until I could not stand the sound any longer.

I dragged my heavy body to the door and opened it.

Outside my unit was Kevin in his slippers and an insulated bottle in his hand.

He looked at me and frowned instantly.

The man walked into my house and set the bottle down on the table before dragging me towards him.