"Then life gradually got better. He told me that I had worked hard and asked me to enjoy myself at home. But how could him change..."
I looked at Linda's crying and twitching back without saying a word.
I just patted her shoulders like my mother did when I was a child to coax me to sleep.
There was some truth in the saying that men became bad when they had money.
Ryan was a gentleman in his 40s who had a good figure and money.
There were so many young girls coming to him every day that he would make mistakes if he couldn't control himself.
But I hated it when men cheat.
Because that was how my dad left my mom alone.
I looked at Linda who fell asleep while crying in my arms, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Linda, don't worry. I will help you."
The next morning, at around 6 o'clock, Linda took me out of the house stealthily.
"Linda, where are you taking me? And we dressed like this."
I saw that we were both wearing black clothes, black pants, black sunglasses and a scarf. We were like stars.
"I found the addresses of those women. Let's go check them out first."
"Linda, we can just find someone. We don't have to..."