I knew Bruce was going to see his mistress. When he came home, there would be a strong scent of perfume on him, which could only come from intimate contact with someone, who had sprayed perfume.
At the dining table, he occasionally glanced at his phone. The phone lit up, and I saw something about a hotel. Bruce picked up the phone so quickly that I didn't see clearly which hotel it was.
Whether Bruce had a mistress or not, it had nothing to do with me. I would not interfere in any issues between Bruce and Shirley this time.
After Bruce left, I also went home.
In the days to come, I would devote more time to my work. My sister-in-law sent me messages several times, inviting me to have dinner at her place, but I declined, citing work as the reason.
Bruce often socialized outside. He used to be afraid that my sister-in-law would be bored, so he would often accompany her after work, chatting or going shopping.
Now that I was not with Shirley, besides supervising my nephew's studies, she just kept sending messages to Bruce all day long.
When Bruce was annoyed, he would simply turn off his phone.