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Seven days later, Tom Hong returned home.

"Darling, I'm sorry.

The company suddenly had an important project, and I had to go on a business trip for seven days.

I had no choice."

Seeing that I was looking at him without saying a word, he changed his exhausted look, showed a fawning smile, ran to my side, held my hand, and explained without letting me speak.

"Project? Business trip? Huh, you weren't out having a good time with another woman, were you."

I looked at his seemingly sincere but actually guilty eyes and said with a half-smile.

Tom looked at my meaningful expression and tone, and his face changed.

But he reacted quickly and directly refuted, "Olivia Xu! Do you know what you're saying? I love you so much, and you treat me like this? If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr.Zhang.

I never thought you would say such things over such a small matter.

I'm so disappointed in you!"

Mr.Zhang was his boss and also my friend.

He let go of my hand and turned away from me.

I knew he was so fearless because he was sure I wouldn't actually call to ask.

What's more ridiculous was that my humble habits, developed over years of being PUA'd by him, almost made me submit again!

But when I thought of him and that woman being wanton and oblivious on the grass on our wedding anniversary, I was instantly disgusted and sobered up.

"Alright, I'll call Old Zhang and ask."

I looked at him glancing at me from time to time, picked up my phone casually, and was about to dial the number.

Hearing this, Tom suddenly turned his head, his eyes red and his face ashen.

He snatched my phone and once again resorted to his old tricks, angrily taking the initiative in his shame and anger.

"Okay, Olivia Xu! I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person! Since you don't believe me at all, just say it directly.

Why bother pretending here? Wait, I think you have someone outside and want to turn the tables and accuse me of cheating.

Olivia Xu, you disappoint me so much."

I laughed angrily.

When he came in, I noticed at first glance that he wasn't wearing the same clothes I saw that day.

He hadn't been home for seven days, so he could only have gone to that woman's place to change clothes, or maybe he didn't even wear clothes at all and fooled around for a whole seven days.

No wonder he looked like he had been drained dry and abandoned.

Maybe he felt uncomfortable under my stare, so he slapped the table and snorted.

"I'm telling you, don't let your imagination run wild in the future.

Considering how much I love you, I'll forgive you this time."

I didn't obey him unconditionally as usual, but got up to run the bath water.

Tom looked at my actions, and a meaningful and ambiguous smile appeared on his face.

He came over to hug me and said, "Honey, I'll make it up to you right now."

He was about to unbutton his shirt when he suddenly thought of something.

His face changed, and he looked at me unnaturally.

"Honey, I'm feeling a bit unwell.

Let me take a bath first and keep you company later."

Without waiting for me to speak, he hurriedly went into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water soon came from inside.

I stared at the floor, feeling conflicted.

For some reason, I suddenly wanted to get drunk.

I don't usually drink much, but now, I just wanted to drown my sorrows.

I had just downed a glass when Tom came out in his bathrobe.

The alcohol made my stomach churn, and I stumbled to the bathroom door, retching over the toilet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the laundry basket beside me.

I reached out, as if certain I would find something.

I rummaged through the two simple pieces of clothing two or three times, and sure enough, there were no underwear.

The sexy lace lingerie still had the tags attached, and it wasn't the brand Tom usually bought for me.

Tom suddenly rushed in, pushed me away, and snatched the lingerie from my hands.

The panic on his face was plain to see, even to my now-blurry eyes.

"This is a gift I bought for you.

I forgot to remove the tags.

Why are you taking it now? Never mind, I'll go wash it first."

He made a hasty, evasive excuse with shifty eyes, then grabbed all the clothes and dashed out.

I slumped to the floor, looking at his impatient back, and closed my eyes.