I remained silent, and there seemed to be a faint sound of water on the other side of the phone.
"Tim, towel..."
A familiar female voice came, and Tim seemed to be caught off guard by the voice and hung up the phone directly.
Then he sent me a message to comfort me.
"My colleague spilled water on the computer. I'll go see what happened. You go to sleep, honey. I'll take you out for a nice dinner tomorrow."
I looked at the message on my phone and thought about the alluring voice just now. It was very clear.
My husband had probably already been with Dora.
When did it start? After we got married or before?
I was afraid that the larger set of lingerie was accidentally sent by Tim to the wrong person.
Thinking of Dora's voluptuous body, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Once upon a time, I felt proud of Tim's meticulousness.
When I was sad, he was able to calm me down in time, take me to good food and fun, and comfort me.
He would also carefully have painkillers and tampons for me during my menstrual period.
And he remembered every anniversary. Every gift he gave me touched my heart.