Sharon took advantage of Vincent's guilt and kept him in the hospital for a week.
This week, she sent countless provocative photos and insulting words to me, declaring that Vincent cared about her, while not forgetting to insult me with the most vulgar words in an attempt to anger me.
My depression relapsed. And just as she wished, I couldn't control myself and destroyed everything at home, and had a big fight with Vincent.
I was in pain and despair, desperately hoping someone would help me. But my closest and most beloved husband, with his indifference, pushed me deeper into the abyss.
I covered my empty heart and watched Vincent take out his cell phone and went through my chat history with him. The last message was a week ago. I reminded him to go home early because I had a surprise for him.
But the surprise had died with me.
Vincent put down his phone, feeling discomfort in his heart.
During the week-long business trip, Vincent took Sharon with him, and they were inseparable.
Even at the dinner table, customers joked that Vincent was blessed to have a virtuous wife and a very close girlfriend.
He smiled without saying anything, and even posted the photo with Sharon on Ins.