When I returned upstairs, I acted as though nothing had happened and opened the door.
Dexter was cooking in the kitchen. Hearing the door open, he leaned halfway out and greeted me as usual, "You're back! Wash your hands, dinner's almost ready."
As he spoke, he kept moving, deftly plating the stir-fried dishes. When he came out of the kitchen holding a plate and saw me barefoot, his expression darkened.
Placing the plate on the dining table, Dexter frowned and walked over, "How many times have I told you? You have a cold constitution, don't walk barefoot on the floor."
Though his words carried disapproval, his actions were gentle as he helped me put on slippers. I stood there stiffly, my eyes stinging. Who would have thought that such a gentle, considerate and thoughtful husband would cheat?
Noticing my reddened eyes, Dexter asked, "What's wrong?"
I blinked hard, forcing back the tears threatening to fall and smiled, "Nothing."
Dexter thought I was touched and smiled, his lips curling upward as he affectionately ruffled my hair, "Silly woman."
I chuckled bitterly in my heart. Yes, I was a complete fool.