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It was the third month since we met, and we ended up in bed. I had too much to drink, but I was still conscious and just felt numb all over. It wasn't one of those drunken mistakes, but rather the result of three months of getting to know him and genuinely liking him. This was the first time I had been to his place, and when he took me home, the house was dark with all the lights off. I was dazed and confused as he led me to his room, helped me undress, and we went to sleep. What happened next was only natural. But no one expected what I would see when I woke up. I got out of bed to use the bathroom and saw a photo of a child on the wall. At first, I thought it was just a poster, but then I realized it was actually a picture of his kid. Later, in the living room, I saw a wedding photo of him and his wife, as well as a half-year-old birthday photo of the same child, and a family portrait. The photo frame had a date from just a week ago. No wonder he had told me that his friend's kid was sick, and his friend's car was broken, and he had to take him to the hospital. He even sent me a video of the kid. I opened my phone and compared it to the photo - it was his daughter. I was shocked, because in the three months I had known him, he had always seemed so free and single. We would often drive around at midnight, listening to Jay Chou, and he would tell me that I was the girl he had liked from the very beginning. But I quickly regained my composure, got dressed quietly, and left the house, immediately deleting him from my WeChat and blocking his number. I didn't feel as hurt as I thought I would, nor did I wonder why he had cheated on me. This kind of behavior is nothing new for men like him. I just felt sorry for the six-month-old baby and her mom. Thinking back, his kid was only three months old when we met, and he was already spending nights with me, talking about life and sharing his feelings. When he took his family photos, he even lied to me, saying that his friend's kid was sick and needed a ride. So what is love, really? It's all just a facade. He tried to contact me many times, telling me that he had married his wife because of family pressure. I couldn't help but laugh - it sounded just like a TV drama. He said I was the only girl he had ever brought home, and I just laughed and blocked his other phone number. I never believed in the 'you're the only one' nonsense, even if the guy was single. A married man telling me that I'm the only one? It just makes me feel even more disgusted. I don't know what kind of role he plays in front of his wife, but I hope I never meet him or anyone like him again. Wish me happiness.