Married for 8 Years, He Cheated on MePart 1
In the eighth year of our marriage, my husband gave me ninety-nine roses.
Just as I stepped off the operating table, I made a phone call and calmly requested a divorce from him.
On the other end of the phone, his girlfriend apologized in a sobbing voice. "Ms. Quinton, it's all my fault for acting on my own. Please don't get angry with Mr. Quinton."
Henry gently comforted her for a long time and only said to me, "As you wish."
Then, half a month later, I met him again.
"Cook a bowl of noodles for me!"
Henry returned home in the early morning, but he did not see any meals for breakfast on the dining table as usual. He frowned unconsciously, gave me orders and walked to the bathroom.
When he came out of the bathroom with steam, I still watched the TV casually in the living room.
He took out a branded bag from his suitcase and said, "Look, do you like it?"
The pink bag seemed to be the favorite style of young girls.
In the past, he would coax me and take me to do anything I wanted to do. Now, he only relied on boring gifts to get by.