Stella finished her bath and quietly laid down beside me. She had her back to me and the screen of her mobile phone was always on. Her uncontrollable low laughter could be heard from time to time.
I stayed up all night.
The next morning, I saw unspeakable marks on her black lace panties among the pile of clothes in the bathroom.
When I was lost in thought, Stella came behind me and hurriedly snatched the panties away.
"This is a little dirty, I can wash it myself."
She didn't know that when she was flustered, her eyes would blink very quickly. I didn't react to much and lightly said, "Oh".
Not long after, Stella asked her assistant to bring a large bag of fresh ingredients. She said that she was on vacation and would make lunch for me personally.
She was busy in the kitchen all morning and the table was gradually filled with my favourite dishes. This warm scene formed a sharp contrast with the haze in my heart.
If I hadn't witnessed her having an affair with David yesterday, I would never have believed that Stella, who had vowed to love me forever, would cheat on me six months after marriage.
Just after eating two bites of food, Stella hesitated and said, "Hubby, tomorrow is my birthday..."