He Killed My Baby Duck for His Pregnant Mistress

I rushed home after two days away on a business trip, excited to celebrate the second birthday of my Call duck.

But all I found was a duck's head and a note from my husband, Ethan.

「Dada kept crying in the middle of the night. The neighbors complained about the noise, so I tied her beak shut for the night. I didn't think she'd actually die from it.」

I read it over and over again, refusing to believe what I was seeing.

Ethan and I had chosen not to have children. Dada was like our baby. How could he do something like that to her?