I returned home silently.

I had no strength like a walking corpse, and collapsed on the sofa.

It felt like a dream until I took a deep breath to calm myself down and slowly accepted the reality.

Alan had gone astray.

He cheated on me with Bailey. Judging by their interaction, it seems like they had been together for a while.

Two hours later, Alan came back.

He carried some not-so-fresh fruits and turned on the lights as soon as he entered the room, instantly making the room dazzling.

I raised my hand to block instinctively.

I heard Alan's surprised voice, "Donna, why haven't you slept yet?"

He put some oranges and apples on the table and leaned towards me, acting spoiled.

"I don't know what happened today. There were no fruits downstairs, so I went to a slightly farther supermarket to buy them. But the car broke down on the way, so I got back now," he said with a hint of helplessness.

...

A strong scent of perfume hit me as he got closer to me.

I never wear perfume.

I was far away from Alan. "What's that smell on you?"

Alan's expression was unnatural. And he smiled to cover it up. "Maybe it's because I was too close to the lady boss when I bought the fruit. She was wearing perfume."

I laughed at myself.

I couldn't believe that Alan had lied to me and he was already so skilled at it.

I looked at the time on my phone. I felt bitter.

Alan was very punctual.

He said it was two hours. It's two hours.

"Go take a shower, I'll go to sleep first."

I pushed away Alan, who wanted to hug me. And I tried to hold back the urge to vomit, got up, and went back to my room.

I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

After Alan finished taking a bath, he hugged me from behind and said, "Honey, it's been a long time since we..."

His hands caressed my skin gently.

He wanted to have sex, but I coldly rejected him.

"I'm too tired. I want to sleep."

Alan felt a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything and soon fell asleep.

I stared at Alan's sleeping face, so familiar, with tears streaming down my face.

I deliberately avoided Alan for the next few days.

I, who rarely worked overtime, started working overtime more often. I didn't want to go back to that home even if I just stared at the computer in the office.

I didn't know how to get along with Alan.

Alan and I made an agreement in the first year of our marriage. We could fall in love with someone else, without hiding or betraying. We could talk about it openly, and we can part ways amicably.

Alan's eyes turned red, he hugged me tightly and said he only loved me. He told me not to say such silly things anymore.

I didn't believe in forever. But after eight years of marriage, I still firmly believed in Alan.

But on that night, I couldn't sleep all night and looked at Alan's phone again.

Bailey complained in the chat that he was too rough and made her very painful.

But Alan said, "This set is perfect for you. I couldn't resist, sorry."

Bailey also asked why he didn't take any safety measures this time.

After five minutes, Alan replied, "I want a child."

I really couldn't connect this kind of Alan with my husband of ten years.

Alan called me for several nights. "Donna, why have you been working overtime so much? Shall I come to pick you up?"

I refused him, "My best friend is here for a trip. I need to stay in the hotel with her."

There was actually no best friend trip.

I just didn't want to see Alan anymore.

A few days later, there was a business trip project in the company, and I volunteered.

My female boss divorced her husband. There was no one to take care of her five-year-old child, so she took the child with her on the business trip.

Unexpectedly, the child had a high fever and she couldn't leave while talking to the client. So she asked me to take the child to the hospital.

After I registered with the child in the hospital. I turned my head and froze in place.

Alan.

He was in the hospital with Bailey holding his arm.

Bailey put her hand on her abdomen and looked sweetly at Alan, "What name do you think our child should have, with Winston?"

Alan's expression was indifferent and he didn't respond.

Bailey kept asking. But he raised his head impatiently, "It's still uncertain whether you are pregnant or not, even if..."

Alan's words abruptly stopped.

Because his gaze fell on me.

I saw a flash of astonishment, panic, and confusion in his eyes from a distance not too far away.

"Donna... What are you doing here?!"