"He said you're boring in bed—nothing like me. I drive him wild."
"You have no idea, but we've been renting a hotel room near the company for ages and he comes to see me almost every day after work."
The last message came with a drawer full of condom pictures.
No wonder he got off work at eight every day. From six to eight o'clock, two hours every day. He sneaked out to meet his mistress for a secret rendezvous.
No wonder he had rarely shared a bed with me since three years ago. I only thought he was busy with work, but he found me boring.
When images of Sean passionately kissing and holding Yelena came to me, I couldn't help but puke. I smeared Sean all over, but he didn't get mad. Instead, he patted my back with concern.
There wasn't a hint of disgust on his face. He just knelt there, quietly cleaning up the mess I made.
He truly didn't care about how messy I looked, but it was also true that he found me dull in bed.
I pretended to be sick and shut my eyes as tears threatened to spill over. Sean was so distressed. He kept wiping my face.
Once I finally calmed myself down, I opened my eyes to see his face full of worry. I suddenly felt confused about what Sean was thinking.