She acted like this every time.
I wanted to talk to her nicely and solve the problem, but she always blamed me for not believing her.
I was tired.
I was exhausted.
She left me on my birthday and went to have dinner with David.
She didn't go to the restaurant I booked for our wedding anniversary because she was taking care of David who had a cold.
Leaving me alone in the heavy rain, she chose to send David home.
...
I sighed, "Stella, am I the one with dirty thoughts? Ask yourself."
I was slapped in the face.
Her hands were shaking as she pointed at me, and she said, "Stephan, you bastard!"
Stella did not return home all night.
I checked David's social media and saw his latest post without a doubt.
The lighting in the photo was dim, and Stella looked drunk.
I called Stella, but the call didn't go through, so I called David.
David sent me a location.
My car was driven out by Stella. When I arrived by taxi, David was already waiting for me at the door with his arms around Stella.
Under the dim light, Stella's whole body was very close to David.
This scene hurt me deeply.
Although Stella and I had a bad relationship and often quarreled, I always loved her deeply.