Kenny had always been known as a good husband.
I met him in college, and he was my first love.
Kenny always said that I was also his first love. Now it sounded like a joke.
I was married to him for twenty years and he had a teenage illegitimate child.
How patient he was.
I grew up in a wealthy family. After graduation, I inherited my family's company and started my own business.
Kenny came from an ordinary family of teachers. He came from a family of scholars, and he was handsome and polite, so he was very much loved by my family.
In the second year after we graduating from university, Kenny's parents died in a car accident. He was heartbroken. And I was the one who stayed by his side the whole time.
He was hit so hard that I stayed with him all the time, for fear that he might have an accident.
I even bought a house near his company so that I could take care of him.
Kenny was very grateful to me and proposed to me.
I had no complaints about our married life. I didn't have to worry about chores. We were happy.
I could check his cell phone and spending records at will. He reported to me wherever he went, and he always gave me gifts during Festivals.
Such a person also cheated.