Honey, I'm way cheaper than a mistress, you know that?

Honey, I only realized how worthless I am when I’m with you after you started having an affair. You got such a good deal marrying me.

　　When we got married, all we had was a small, inexpensive house given to us by your parents. Later, after several years of hard work, we finally bought a two-bedroom apartment. Although it’s over 80 square meters, 40 square meters of that was money I earned. Now, the three of us only have about 20 square meters each, while the house you bought for your mistress is over 100 square meters. I’m much cheaper than that woman who isn’t your wife.

　　I take meticulous care of you and our child. Every day, I wake up an hour earlier than you to find your clothes for the day and place them by your pillow. Then, I cook, make the bed, and tidy the room. I prepare water for you to wash your face and take the child to school. You don’t need to do anything. Although my own job leaves me physically and mentally exhausted, I still do it all happily for you and for this family. I’ve never let you wash your own clothes. I even wash your underwear and socks, dry them, and iron them for you. You’ve never even said thank you, as if it were all your due. I don’t blame you for any of this because I’m your wife.

　　I don’t know what that mistress did for you. I guess she didn’t cook for you, because you took her to restaurants, so she was too lazy to cook. But since we got married, you’ve never taken me to a restaurant even once. I know you’re frugal, so I don’t blame you. She probably didn’t do your laundry either, otherwise you wouldn’t have given me your clothes.

　　Honey, you’re like a little child, you never seem to grow up. In the first few years of our marriage, you loved to lie on my chest every night and listen to me tell you stories. You’d fall asleep while I told you, and to avoid waking you, I’d often stay perfectly still until my arm went numb, and then I’d slowly drift off to sleep…

　　Honey, you were so cute back then. You said you liked to sleep naked. Although I wasn’t used to it, I still went along with you and stripped myself naked to enjoy your caresses and accept your passion. Every night, I would hold you in my arms as we drifted off to sleep. Thinking about it now, it was so sweet.

　　You haven’t touched me in ages since you found someone else. You’re not a woman, so you don’t know what it feels like for a woman to be neglected by someone she once loved.

　　You come home later and later every day, often staying out all night. I can’t sleep without you. The nights without you are so long.

　　I feel so lonely and heartbroken. I often sit on the sofa worrying about you, secretly shedding tears, hoping for your safe return. I keep reflecting on myself, wondering where I went wrong, but I really don’t know where I went wrong.

　　Perhaps… your feelings for me have faded, but my love for you remains unchanged. I once said you were a part of my life, and you said I was your whole life. At that time, I was so happy, thinking I would never be abandoned by you, because I firmly believed you were a man of your word. Even now, I still firmly believe you will come back to me, and I hope I won’t have to wait too long.

　　It’s not accurate to say you abandoned me, right, husband? You still remember my birthday, our wedding day, and that I have a stomach problem. Otherwise, you wouldn’t always bring me lovely little gifts to coax me when I come home late, and you wouldn’t think of buying me medicine.

　　I believe you love me, otherwise I wouldn’t have received your repeated apologies and expressions of remorse.

　　Honey, it was all my fault that day. I shouldn’t have gone out. If I hadn’t gone out, I wouldn’t have seen you and her shopping at the supermarket. That way, I wouldn’t be in so much pain, and I wouldn’t have thought about suicide. Thinking back on that suicide attempt, it was really stupid. If someone had told me earlier, “Lovers can never be together, and in the end, it’s the woman who gets hurt. You’ll eventually come back,” I wouldn’t have tried to kill myself.

　　That day, I followed you slowly from behind. You were hugging and cuddling, laughing and arguing. You completely lost your manners and taste. It was the first time I had ever seen you be so lewd. It was disgusting. I wanted to rush up and strip that woman naked so that people could see what kind of shameless woman she was. But there were police officers nearby, so I didn’t dare.

　　Honey, is she really prettier than me? Before we got married, you told me, “You are the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world.” At that time, I was so happy and blissful, thinking that you weren’t just flattering me.

　　Honey, am I really not as feminine as her? Didn’t you always say I was the best woman in the world? Were those words just a lie?

　　Honey, it’s so dark and cold, I’m so scared… Why aren’t you here for me when I need you most? Didn’t you say you’d protect me for life? Why are you protecting someone else? Were your promises from back then just lies?

　　Honey, I want to know, how much does it cost you to support a mistress for a month? Can you tell me? I want to know who’s cheaper between us. To please your mistress, you haven’t brought home your salary for months, and I heard you’ve accumulated quite a bit of debt. Honestly, your mistress is spending your money, but have I ever spent your salary? I earn just as much as you do, so… who’s cheaper between us?

　　Honey, I’m much cheaper than your mistress. For the first few years of our marriage, I slept with you every single day of the year, providing for your needs and pleasures, without costing you a single penny. But your mistress, while she might sleep with you one night, requires you to take her to upscale places and buy her expensive things. Have you ever calculated how much that costs?

　　Honey, come back. Stop playing games. If I get tired of you, I’ll kick you out. Don’t blame me for being heartless then. Don’t think this world is only ruthless and not cruel. Once I kick you out, ruining your reputation is the least of my worries. Being a stray dog isn’t a pleasant experience.