My Husband's Secret IdentityChapter 1
"Dear husband, let's shower together," I mumbled, noticing his restlessness and desire to go out. I threw myself into his arms, seeking comfort and closeness.
He never could resist me. When we were still dating, every embrace led to a kiss and every kiss sparked a deeper longing for us.
Now, as a married couple, his passion had only intensified, making our moments even more intimate.
At first, I was over the moon, which was why we had a joyous life. Marrying the man I was affectionate with and being loved so deeply made us stay together as a couple.
My loving husband doted on and cherished me the most.
That night, my husband was as sweet as pie after midnight. I was so tired that I fell asleep in the blink of an eye. I have no idea how long I slept, but I woke up feeling parched and uncomfortable.
I once called out to my husband, but he didn't answer. So, I bit the bullet and got up to fetch myself a drink of water.
As I turned on the bedside lamp, I noticed the empty bed; my husband wasn't there.