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My husband Victor was diagnosed with ALS, but he didn't know it yet.
The same day I received the diagnosis, he installed a camera in our room and confessed his love to another woman:
"I only love you, and I won't have sex with my wife anymore!"
I silently threw his diagnosis report into the shredder.
Since he has already fallen in love with someone else, there is no need for me to pay attention to his body.
Let Victor slowly feel the atrophy of his body and the disappearance of his life in the days to come.

Discovering His Betryal When My Husband Diagnosed With ALS

Victor is a man with high demands in the bedroom.


During the day, he's abstinent and disciplined, but at night, he's quite insatiable.


In recent years, his stress levels have skyrocketed. He's had to be meticulous and cautious in his speech and actions, leaving no room for error. As a result, he's increasingly retreated into a closed-off mode.


It's only during our intimate moments at night, when he's panting with desire in my ear, that I catch glimpses of the blushing boy I first fell for.


We were classmates in a master's program. He was the one who pursued me.


The usually aloof and proud guy only had eyes burning with passion for me, his voice trembling. I fell hard and fast.


Later, I stayed at the university as a psychology professor. He started as an associate and worked his way up to partner, becoming a nationally renowned divorce attorney earning millions a year.


Personality-wise, we have a lot in common:


Emotionally stable, practical, objective, cool-headed, appreciative of the finer things in life, and willing to work hard for our ideals.


I have a stable and respectable job that allows me to balance work, kids, and home. He's successful in his career, soaring to new heights in his field. Married for eight years, we treat each other with mutual respect and support each other's achievements. We live in a multimillion-dollar penthouse and have a low-maintenance son hailed as a "Prodigy".


You could say we're the family everyone envies.


But about six months ago, he suddenly started to change.


He has a habit of night running.Previously, he always left at 8 PM and returned home at 9 PM. After showering, we had a half-hour of family time together.


But six months ago, he suddenly started leaving at 7 PM and not returning until 10 PM. When he got back, he seemed exhausted. After showering, he'd go straight to bed, naturally canceling our family time.


I asked him why his night runs had become so long.


He pressed his lips together and said softly, "The case has no leads. Staying out longer helps clear my head."


Mental work can sometimes be more tiring than physical labor.


Later, he seemed to suddenly lose interest in our intimate life. I thought the stress was affecting his body, and not wanting to hurt his pride, I didn't mention it, but I worried about him internally.


That's why when he was hospitalized after an accident, I strongly urged him to set work aside and focus on recovery. I even had the doctor give him a full checkup.


But now it seems the situation isn't what I imagined...


I lay back down on the bed, eyes wide open in the darkness, staring silently at the ceiling.


His words just now felt unfamiliar, and the expression on his face seemed unreal.


So much so that after suffering two major blows in quick succession today, an intense curiosity overrode what should have been feelings of heartbreak and anger.


What kind of woman was on the other end of that phone call, who could make Victor - who had become cold and rational to the extreme over these past few years - act this way?What had become of him?


The next evening, I slipped sleeping pills into his milk.


Chapter 2