My husband went on a business trip, and I wanted to capture the beautiful moment when we unexpectedly crossed paths in the same train car.

I posted the video, and it went viral.

But the comments flooded in with one common opinion: "Your husband is acting strangely."

But how could I not notice the way Marcus tried to avoid my gaze when he saw me?

Two days ago, Marcus Shaw told me he had to go to Marlowe City for a five-day business trip.

Our five-year-old daughter ran over, clinging to Marcus with a pout: "Dad, why do you have to leave again?"

This month, Marcus had already been on four business trips.

Marcus, ever the loving father, picked up our daughter and spun her around: "Be good, sweetheart. Daddy’s just really busy right now. You stay home and keep Mommy company. When I come back, I'll bring you some treats."

“Yay!”

Kids are easy to please, and she immediately ran off to play with her toys.

I was distracted, scrolling through my phone, not looking directly at Marcus: "What time’s your train? Don’t leave too early; last time, you woke her up, and she cried for ages."

“The train’s at a little past ten. I’ll be quiet this time.”

I opened the ticket app. There was only one train from our city to Marlowe City around ten o’clock in three days.

One adult ticket, one child’s ticket—instantly booked.

“We’re going to surprise Daddy, so you can’t tell him, okay?”

Our daughter’s face lit up with excitement. She saw it as a grand adventure.

When Marcus left the house, I quickly grabbed our daughter and rushed to the station. We barely made it onto the train at the last minute.

Marcus was hunched over, typing rapidly on his phone, with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

I walked over and gently tapped him on the shoulder.

When he looked up and saw me, his smile vanished in an instant, replaced by shock and confusion.

"You... what are you doing here?"

I grinned: "I’m here to surprise you, of course."

Just then, our daughter ran up, calling out for her dad, acting all cutesy.

I pretended not to see the phone Marcus had quickly shoved under his leg.

A girl sitting nearby asked: "Are you two married?"

"Yeah, that’s my husband. He’s on a business trip today, and since our daughter wanted to go, I thought I’d surprise him."

The girl looked at me, hesitant, as though she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just said: "Well, let me switch seats with you. Traveling with a child isn’t easy."

Marcus immediately jumped in: "Oh, no, you don’t have to go through all that. It’s fine."

But our daughter whined: "I want to sit with Mommy and Daddy!"

Marcus sighed in resignation, holding her in his arms without another word.

I showed the girl our tickets, pointing out that our seats were in the next car.

The entire journey, Marcus fidgeted nervously. Even though our daughter was entertaining him with her constant antics, he acted as if someone had just made him lose eight hundred thousand dollars.

Our daughter, not one to sit still, kept bouncing around. A while later, she yelled: "Daddy, I want to watch cartoons!"

Marcus, shielding his phone, said: "No, this phone’s for work."

But our daughter quickly pulled the phone out from under Marcus’s leg: "But you have two phones!"

Marcus looked at me, his face full of panic.

I hugged our daughter and said: "Daddy needs both phones for work, sweetie. Please be quiet so we don’t disturb others."

Only then did Marcus relax a little.

I’ve always been the type of wife who sticks to her role and tolerates Marcus’s quirks without question. So, it felt natural to step in and stop our daughter from bothering him.

After all, Marcus had been wanting to use his phone for a while now.

I uploaded the video of my husband online, and it went viral almost instantly.

The comment section was flooded with people calling out my husband’s suspicious behavior, accusing him of deleting chat logs.

Of course, I knew the real reason behind Marcus’s business trip.

I was just curious—what kind of blind woman would fall for a greasy man like Marcus, who sports a beer belly?

Marcus shook the water off his hands and casually stepped out of the bathroom, looking completely at ease. It seemed he had already taken care of whatever the online chatter was about.

Fortunately, Marcus usually only watches female streamers on a different platform, so he wouldn’t stumble upon this video.

Soon, I received a private message, probably from the girl who had swapped seats with me.

[Quick! You need to run! I just sat next to this guy, and he's on a video call with another girl. His tone is way too suggestive.]

Of course, it had to be a girl. I replied with a simple “Thanks,” then immediately saw another attention-grabbing message pop up.

[Sorry to bother you, but is this Express 217?]

I clicked on the stranger's profile, and it was a beautiful, life-loving young girl named Chloe.

[Yes.]

I typed those two words, and it gave me the info I needed.

[Is the guy in the video named Marcus? He looks like my boyfriend.]

[Yes, I’m his wife.]

The chat bubble kept showing “typing…” on her end.

I figured the girl must have been deceived.

I glanced at Marcus. He was sitting on the couch, watching cartoons with our daughter—an image of perfect fatherly devotion.

Too bad that even fathers with daughters can still go around deceiving other people’s daughters.

A message popped up: [I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was married. Marcus told me he was divorced, that his wife left him because he couldn’t make enough money. We’ve been seeing each other for six months, and I can return every cent I’ve transferred.]

It was outrageous. Back when Marcus had just graduated from college, he was so broke that he couldn’t even afford a steamed bun without splitting it in half. I lived with him in a basement, staying up all night working on blueprints just to get our small, struggling company off the ground.

Cheating aside, how dare he tarnish my image like that? Karma will come for him.

I asked Chloe to add me on Facebook.

The girl sent me some chat screenshots, and a picture of Marcus as a sleazy, greasy, domineering man emerged. I couldn't help but feel disgusted.

Marcus finally looked at me and asked, [What’s wrong?]

I waved him off. [I’ve just been sitting in the car too long.]

[You should just stay home next time. Don’t go with these random encounters. We’re an old married couple. We can’t compete with the youthful romance of Christmas.]

The young always crave novelty, while in his eyes, our thirteen years of marriage had become a joke.

After our daughter was born, I stayed home to be a full-time mom, but I didn’t just sit around. Yoga classes and gym visits became my daily routine. I liked to think I kept myself in good shape—when I went out, people thought my daughter was my younger sister, born when my mother was much older.

So when men cheat, they can always find some strange excuse for it.

I didn’t say anything more, continuing to chat with Chloe.

After graduating from college, Chloe struggled to find her footing in the workforce and vented her frustrations on a social platform. That’s when Marcus saw her and immediately pounced. With his successful career and sob story about being abandoned by his wife, he quickly won Chloe’s sympathy.

The whole situation turned out to be just as dramatic as expected. Chloe thought she had found a caring, fatherly boyfriend, but Marcus only wanted to satisfy his own physical desires.

I set the video to private—couldn’t let it keep spreading and risk Marcus seeing it.

I was still a little shaken. Initially, I posted the video to intimidate Marcus's little lover, but now it seemed like I had accidentally sparked a whole revenge squad.

Marcus and I walked up to the hotel front desk and requested a family room.

I stood off to the side, intrigued, and asked, "Didn't you book a room in advance?"

"No," he replied casually, "I thought it would be easier to handle the check-in once we arrived."

I didn't say anything else. I knew the couple's room we had originally booked was just 500 meters away from this hotel.

Our daughter insisted that Marcus take her out to play the next day. I purposefully said, "Sweetheart, be good. Daddy has work tomorrow. How about Mommy takes you instead?"

Marcus lowered his gaze and said, "It's fine. There was a little mishap. The client can't make it tomorrow. I'll spend the day with you both."

The mishap, of course, was my doing. Step one of my plan was already in motion.

The next morning, Marcus took our daughter to the beach. I couldn't help but admire his effort to act like a loving father after all these years. Seeing our daughter’s bright smile, a pang of sadness hit me. She had no idea her father would soon be gone from her life.

The following day, Marcus said he had to meet with a client and left the hotel, only to return late in the evening.

Chloe sent me a message: "It’s done. He bought it."

I greeted Marcus with a warm smile, taking his coat as he walked in. "You must be tired. Thank you for today."

He was clearly troubled, simply responding with a distracted, "Mm."

Over the next few days, Marcus stuck close to me and our daughter. He suddenly became more attentive, treating me with newfound care.

Back home, a few days passed, and Marcus still hadn’t made a move.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and texted Chloe: "Can you make him tell me already?"

Chloe replied, sounding defeated: "I’ll try again tonight. Marcus is such a hypocrite, always manipulating me."

That evening, Marcus came home reeking of alcohol. "I want a divorce!" he declared.

I suppressed the overwhelming joy inside and put on an exaggerated act of sorrow. "Marcus, what have I done wrong? What are you talking about?"

Marcus shoved me away. "Let me be blunt with you. I’m seeing someone else, and she's pregnant with a boy. Not like you, who only gave me a useless daughter."

I once naively thought Marcus truly loved our daughter.

He would always go on about how adorable our daughter was and how he was going to be a doting father.

Though he often forgot to prepare her milk or dress her properly, I convinced myself it was just the carelessness of a new dad.

That was until one evening when Marcus was out at a dinner. I called him, but forgot to hang up. I overheard him say, "I envy you. You have twin sons, unlike me, just one daughter. My wife insists on waiting until our daughter starts kindergarten before having a second child. Now, I have to pretend to be a doting father and serve the two of them. Once I have a son, I’m divorcing her."

Our daughter was only a year old at the time. I thought about divorce, but found I couldn’t go through with it.

Marcus’ company was half of what it was because of me. I had a significant stake in it, and if we divorced, Marcus would never agree to it.

Marcus longed for our daughter to start kindergarten and kept pressing me about having a second child. I deflected him with every excuse.

All these years, I allowed Marcus’ little behaviors to slide. He was pretending, and so was I. We were both waiting for the other to bring up divorce.

Now, I had finally gotten what I’d been waiting for—Marcus bringing it up himself.

The next morning, after Marcus had sobered up, I laid the divorce papers and the recording from the previous night in front of him.

Marcus gritted his teeth, staring at the papers for a long time, especially the part about property division. Finally, he muttered, "Half is fine. I’ve got someone else now."

I watched with a sense of satisfaction as Marcus signed the papers, packed his things, and left. Once I endured the one-month cooling-off period, I’d be free from this disgusting man for good.