He Adorned the Basement With Photos Of His First Love

Just three days before our silver wedding anniversary.

I discovered his secret, a tiny underground room.

From wall to ceiling, it was plastered with countless photos of another woman.

Apparently, from his thirties to his sixties, someone else had occupied his heart.

Those crucial business trips, those exotic decorative pieces.

Everything now made sense, as I gazed at their beaming faces in the photos.

I looked down at my own hands, marked with wrinkles and age spots.

Suddenly, I felt utterly exhausted.