In order to fulfill his elegant life, I worked desperately for eight years to go from a part-time job to starting my own business, and I got plenty of assets now.
Henry was an emotional person, so I had to fulfill both his materialistic desires and emotional value for him for eight years.
Even though I was so busy, I didn't forget to spend any of the holiday anniversaries with him.
I cared for and soothed him as carefully as if I were raising a child, not even bothering to say anything out loud to him.
Like every mother who wouldn't believe her child could hate themselves, I never believed Henry would cheat on me.
I had now witnessed his cheating, so how could I not be upset?
Not only that, but when I asked him about it, he neither felt guilty nor comforted or begged me. On the contrary, he was directly annoyed.
I sighed deeply, still gently explaining, "I didn't follow you, and I just went over there to meet a client and happened to see you."
Henry sneered, clearly not believing me.
"What a coincidence. You were meeting a client at the hotel, so it was a male client, wasn't it?"
I felt shocked. "You're blaming me instead."
He turned around and snorted, "I'm not as boring as you are."