How ironic, he had no feelings for me, yet he left that woman unable to get out of bed.
I suddenly remembered that Henry had brought me a bouquet of tulips after work yesterday. He seemed to be in a very good mood, and it rubbed off on me too. Curious, I asked him what made him so happy. What did he say?
"My wife made me the most delicious chicken alfredo. I'm so happy." I chuckled at his flattering comment, but it never occurred to me why such a simple thing could bring him so much joy.
During dinner, he received a phone call, turned to me anxiously, and said something had happened at the company. He had to go back to deal with it and assured me he would be back soon.
So, I waited from dinner until the early morning, eventually falling asleep on the sofa. When I woke up, Henry's sleeping face was beside me. I asked him when he had returned. He kissed me and advised me not to wait for him next time.
He had spent the entire night in someone else's bed, only to return to hug me and say good morning.
At the risk of being caught by me, he had slept with two women in one night.
I felt incredibly nauseous and began to retch, clutching the trash can beside me.