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

Without even thinking about it, I went out and rode a shared bike and followed the navigation there, and I was going to find out what was going on.

When I was in front of the community by navigation, I saw my car parked in the entrance parking space, with no one in it.

It seemed that Julie had already entered the community. The community wasn't large, but it wouldn't be appropriate for me to find them one by one.

As I was thinking about it, a deliveryman passed by, and I had the bright idea to stop him.

I gave him three hundred dollars to call Julie for me.

I asked the deliveryman to tell her that someone had just been hanging around her car for a long time, and she should come down and see if there was anything wrong with the car.

Julie always concerned about the car. Hearing that the deliveryman could accurately name the license plate number and calling the number she left on the car, she was sure to come down to see what was going on.

The community was small with only four buildings, and I waited in the center garden wearing my coat and hat from the deliveryman.

Not long after, I saw Julie coming out of the unit near the door. She looked flushed, and she zipped up her sport coat as she walked.

Julie pulled her hair out of her collar by the way and cursed under her breath, with a disappointed look on her face for being interrupted from something.

She ran out anxiously while I went in before the door to the unit closed, and I hid in the stairwell and continued to wait.

It didn't take long for Julie to return, and she scolded the deliveryman over the phone for being nosy and blind.

The deliveryman answered on the phone as I had just asked him to and did not reveal anything.

Julie hung up and got into the elevator. I immediately emerged from the stairwell and stared at the LCD monitor as the elevator finally stopped at the twenty-third floor.

I purposely waited a while before going upstairs.

There were three apartments on one floor here, and I was about to check out the property sheets taped to the doors for any clues.

There was a sudden rattling in one of the apartment doors, and I rushed to hide in a side stairwell.

3

"I am flustered, and I feel like something's not quite right all the time. Let's stop it now, and I'll leave first."

It was Julie's voice.

"I think you're just being suspicious, but you're interrupting my pleasure. Anyway, we're going to race, so we'll do it when we leave here. Be careful on the road."

I was also familiar with another voice, which came from Julie's best friend, Amanda.

I silently peeked in to see that it was really the two of them.

Julie was so distracted that she said goodbye to Amanda and went into the elevator, while Amanda turned around and went back inside.

Was this Amanda's apartment?

Julie and I had been married for less than a year, and I had seen Amanda no less than ten times, but we didn't talk much.

I knew from their usual chats that Amanda lived near our house, but I didn't know she lived in this community.

Did Julie just come to see Amanda? Did I misunderstand her?

If it was just an usual meeting between good friends, why would they be sneaky and secretive? Why would Julie lie to me?

I went downstairs in confusion. Watching Julie start her car and drive in the direction of her home, I had to hurry home.

Fortunately, there were a lot of traffic lights, so I rode a shared bike by side roads and arrived home before Julie.

Julie quietly sighed in relief when she saw me sitting at the computer writing code.

"Honey, you didn't go out just now, did you?"