We had been married for seven years and were admired as a model couple by everyone around us. I had always thought we’d love each other for life, but his heart had changed so quickly.
"She was just reporting to me!" Patrick explained, stepping closer. "You know how young she is—she doesn’t know proper boundaries, so she stood a bit too close."
He gently placed his hand on my shoulder and continued in a soft voice.
“Wife, it’s been ages since we visited our alma mater. I happen to have some free time tomorrow—why don’t we go back and relive those memories from the past?”
He seemed more at ease as he brought up our alma mater, his mood noticeably lighter.
We were a couple who transitioned from school uniforms to wedding attire, and visiting our alma mater on our wedding anniversary had become a tradition. But this year, Patrick claimed work at the company was too hectic, so we didn’t go.
Thinking back now, he was probably preoccupied with his 18-year-old assistant.
I sighed softly and shook my head. “Let’s talk about it another time. The doctor prescribed me ten days of Western medicine, and I must boil it daily.”
He hummed in acknowledgment, reaching out to gently stroke my long hair.