Since You Don't Love Me, Why Betray My Deep AffectionChapter 1
"Honey, I have to work overtime tonight and you don't have to wait for me."
The night of her birthday, I witnessed her having sex with another man in her car in the parking lot of her company.
They kissed passionately, and instead of interrupting, I silently retreated to my car.
In the passenger side of that car, there was a bouquet, a birthday cake, and two tickets to the thousand-passenger cruise she'd been dreaming of.
I watched them through the windshield until they finished making out happily.
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"Honey, why are you back so late? Why did you drink so much?"
Anna Jones helped me, who smelled of alcohol, to lie down on the sofa.
She was wearing a sexy camisole nightgown, her hair was wet and she'd obviously just gotten out of the shower not long ago, and there was a fresh scent of shower gel coming from her body.
Seeing that I was drunk, she hurried to the kitchen to cook a bowl of hangover soup.
"Don't drink so much anymore."
Anna brought over the hangover soup and said with some grumbling.
There was a time when I would have felt sweet listening to her complaining words, but tonight, I felt numb.