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Dear Husband, Don't Lie To Me

A quiet afternoon takes a dark turn when a wife spots her husband's phone left behind on the sofa. Driven by an inexplicable, sudden urge that she cannot ignore, she hesitates before picking it up. Just then, a message notification lights up the screen. Upon opening the voice note, she hears a sweet voice thanking him for a delicious cake and wishing him a happy 69-day anniversary. Now, trust is shattered, leaving her to face a web of lies.
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Chapter 2

Marriage wasn't a game, so you couldn't just break up when you were unhappy like you would in a relationship.

Unless you had decided to separate, arguing was pointless.

It was said that before marriage, you should be particular about everything in a relationship. After marriage, you shouldn't be that picky.

Even the car you bought could have problems, so how could you guarantee that there would be no issues in a marriage?

I tried to calm myself and decided to have a serious talk with him.

I wanted to make clear my bottom line.

And his inappropriate behavior...

However, when I walked into the room, I saw him sprawled out on the bed, breathing steadily in his sleep.

My carefully organized emotions instantly lost control.

He knew I was annoyed.

Yet he still went to sleep without any care.

In the past, he would never have acted like this.

When we were dating, I was annoyed for some reason.

He would text and call me continuously. Even if I said it was nothing, he could sense my emotions through my tone and demeanor.

He wouldn't let my feelings go unresolved overnight.

He always lived up to his promises.

Sometimes, we would resolve issues until three or four in the morning.

But he never got tired of it.

He would say lovingly after we made up, "You don't know how afraid I am of making you angry.

"I love you so deeply.

"I care about you so much that I can't bear to lose you."

Now, those sweet words that once made my heart race seemed to turn into shards of ice.

They were stabbing into my heart.

So, was it that he didn't love me enough anymore?

I had indeed noticed the subtle changes in him recently.

He spent a long time in front of the mirror before going out.

He would suddenly smile at his phone.

And he had stopped wearing those formal business suits.

Instead, he pulled out his old sportswear from his student days. After finding that they no longer fit, he even bought several new sets online.

How ridiculous. After we got married, he relied on me for everything, from his clothes to his underwear.

I would prepare his outfits every day, neatly folded by the bedside, and he would just put them on easily.

He never cared about these trivial matters.

However...

Now, every morning he would stand eagerly in front of the wardrobe, choosing clothes.

As I lay in bed, the more I thought about it, the more awake I became.

The headache from insomnia gradually overwhelmed me.

If it were before marriage, I wouldn't even think twice before breaking up.

If it were just after getting married, maybe I would be so distressed that I would suggest a divorce.

Yet, we had been in love for six years.

Our life had improved and we had a baby, Trevin.

We had adjusted all our habits, managed our lives in harmony, and treated our parents well.

Just when everything was getting better...

He got lost.

And all I could do now was have a serious talk with him.

I was nearly on the verge of tears.

I turned off the lights and forced myself to sleep.

After all, I had to send Trevin to school the next day.

And I had to go to work.

I didn't have time to be emotional.

Jaidyn mentioned he would make it up to me for my birthday this weekend.

Early in the morning, he took Trevin to his grandmother's house.

I thought that it was good. I had some things I wanted to discuss with him, and it wasn't convenient with the child around.

Jaidyn pushed a gift towards me. It seemed to be a branded perfume, which I rarely use and don't know much about, except that it was quite expensive.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

The first gift he gave me after we got together was perfume.

It was a cheap one from a night market stall, and he had held it in his palm for a long time, feeling embarrassed to give it to me.

"Sorry, I don't have much money right now, so I can only buy this for you. But once I have more, I'll definitely get you something better.

"I'll buy you the most expensive perfume in the world."