The screen kept flickering in the dark room. After staring at it for a while, I realized Wendy was video chatting with someone. Holding my breath, I listened to her conversation.
"See how obedient I am? You told me not to let that old man touch me, so I didn't. I even slapped him twice, haha."
"You're amazing! Be good, and you'll get what you want."
"Oh, stop teasing me, you're always bullying me..."
The voice from the phone clearly belonged to a young man, the same one in the video. It seemed Wendy hadn't just cheated on me. She had found herself a younger lover.
Reeling from the shock, I returned to the bedroom balcony. Amidst the swirling smoke, I began to reflect on my relationship with Wendy.
We met through a blind date. Growing up as a straightforward guy, I always wanted to marry a traditional woman. Wendy, a college professor, not only had beauty and poise but also a calm demeanor. She was, to me, the perfect wife.
I was seven years older than her, so after we married, I took care of her like she was my treasure.