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Marriage Crisis: The Man Sitting in My Wife's Passenger Seat Novel Cover

Marriage Crisis: The Man Sitting in My Wife's Passenger Seat

Julie Anderson was always a strict neat freak who never let anyone—not even her husband—occupy her car's passenger seat, reserving it solely for her personal storage box. But when that box is banished to the trunk and the front seat is found reclined with mysterious marks left behind, suspicion takes root. What seemed like a coincidence soon hardens into undeniable clues of betrayal. It all traces back to the moment Julie joined a local running chat group, sparking a tense domestic mystery.
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Chapter 2

Julie didn't pass the civil service exam, so she was now working at a public institution in the city through my family's connections. She just sat in front of the computer in the office every day, which made her back ache.

For the sake of Julie's health, I had encouraged her to exercise after our marriage, but she was so lazy to do housework at home except shopping, not to mention exercising.

About half a year ago, I came home from working overtime and saw Julie and Amanda shopping for running shoes online.

It was rare for me to hear Julie voluntarily say she wanted to exercise, so I supported her greatly, and that was why I readily transferred her money to buy running shoes right away.

At the beginning, Julie would go out with Amanda after dinner for about an hour before coming home.

However, Julie gradually went out for a much longer time.

I asked her out of curiosity, and she explained that she had added a running chat group, and that she would meet her friends in the chat group at a different place every day to run together, so she would be back later.

I thought it would be nice for her to make more friends. Anyway, they would exercise together, so I didn't care too much.

Two months ago, Julie started going to different regions of all over the country with her friends in her chat group to participate in various running races.

They went three times in the last month only, and Julie had spent all of her annual and personal leave.

We had agreed to go on a long trip on these vacations for our honeymoon almost half a year ago.

Although I felt dissatisfied in my mind, I couldn't help that she treated me coldly, and she frequently asked her parents for help, so I had to compromise in the end.

Now she was spending her vacation time alone deciding to run a race without even asking me.

I had to wonder if she hadn't gone on a run with her friends but on a date.

2

As I saw Julie drive the car out of the community downstairs from the window, and my first thought was to find clues in her stuff.

When I checked out Julie's stuff, I realized that her closet was mostly filled with suits for work before, but now almost the entire closet was occupied by a wide variety of sports outfits.

There were long and short sweatshirts in various styles and colors, comparable to the display racks in brand stores.

I randomly took pictures and searched for a few on the Internet, and all of them were expensive. One of her tank tops was made of designer wool and quick-dry material and was worth almost a thousand dollars.

All her workout clothes together were worth several tens of thousands of dollars.

In addition, Julie's shoe closet was also filled with all kinds of brand-name running shoes, totaling more than twenty pairs, and there was no lack of limited edition sneakers that cost nearly ten thousand dollars.

After I did some rough math, I realized that all of her outfits would be more than two hundred thousand dollars together. Was she exercising or participating in a costume show?

Besides, I didn't count Julie's expenses from all the races she had recently participated in around the country.

When did running become a luxury sport?

We just got a normal family, and Julie earned a regular salary of about three thousand and five hundred dollars a month.

As a programmer in a web company, my income was divided into two parts, and I would earn twenty thousand dollars a month on my salary card. Since we got married, I gave it to Julie and told her to save the rest of it for essential expenses after we had a baby.

I just got a few thousand dollars a month on my performance-related bonus card for my daily expenses.

The house we were living in was bought in my father's name before marriage.

My father would finish repaying the loan a few months later, and the monthly deduction was from his provident fund, and the car was fully paid for by me before the marriage.

We didn't have the stress of a mortgage or car payment, so we could have lived quite comfortably in a small city.

Since Julie joined running club, she would always find reasons big or small for me to transfer money to her.

I didn't smoke or drink, and I didn't have any expenses except for the occasional electronics purchase. However, every time Julie wanted to buy something, she would take a screenshot and send it to me, and I would transfer the money to her the next second.

Julie's expenses like this had exceeded our savings for the year in just six months.

I had the car's self-location on my cell phone APP, and I found out that the car didn't travel very far as Julie said it did.

It was parked in a community less than two miles from our house. Could it be that the man Julie was cheating on lived in this community?

Something was wrong, and the truth was right in front of me.

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