Later, as his career flourished, he swapped out one expensive watch after another, but he never removed that red diamond bracelet.
When people asked why Mr. Hemsworth still wore a bracelet worth only a million, he would reply with pride and affection, "My wife bought for this for me. I'll wear it for life."
Seeing that bracelet again, I felt a pang of disorientation. To outsiders and to me, he had always seemed like the perfect husband.
Everyone said Mr. Nick Hemsworth was a shining example of a loving spouse whose success was rooted in his devotion to his wife.
Back then, I believed it too. I believed he loved me as deeply as ever. Until a few days ago, when I uncovered his hidden chat history.
The other party's avatar was set as "File Transfer Assistant," pinned at the top but muted. The last message read, "Today's work report - Yvonne.xlsx." Perhaps guided by a woman's intuition, I opened it.
Within the seemingly proper spreadsheet were countless seductive photos of the woman, utterly indecent.
Scrolling further up, I saw they had been in constant contact, with so many messages that it was hard to pinpoint when it all began.