Zane Marcellus

On our wedding anniversary night, my husband told me he had to work overtime.
He came home drunk in the middle of the night.
The cake, wine, flowers, and gifts I meticulously prepared were ignored when he got home.
He said he was too tired from work and not in the mood to touch me.
In his clothes, I found a woman's underwear.
We have been in love for three years, and I have given up everything for him. Did he really cheat on me?

Even if Not in Love, Don't Hurt My Deep Affection

"Working overtime tonight, no need to wait for me."


But I waited anyway, because today is our third wedding anniversary.


I dressed meticulously, putting on his favorite black silk stockings and sexy silk nightgown.


I prepared cake, candles, red wine, and a gift that I had spent a long time choosing for him.


I waited until late at night, and my husband finally came home drunk.


I saw my husband in discomfort, feeling both heartache and worry.


After saying this, he went to the bathroom to vomit, making a mess everywhere.


Then he collapsed onto the sofa, unconscious.


He didn't even glance at everything I had set up for him, not even at my sexy attire.


The affectionate moment I had prepared for also quietly vanished.


Looking at my drunken husband, I carried him back to bed, changed his clothes, cleaned him up, then washed the bathroom and did his laundry.


Over the years, I had become accustomed to doing these things.


By chance, I discovered a pair of purple lace panties in his pants pocket.


The panties still had some warmth, indicating they had just been taken off, and they had a distinct scent that was clearly not mine, but another woman's.


Could it be that my husband didn't come home late because of overtime, but because of infidelity?


No, it can't be. My husband loves me very much; we've always been harmonious...


Yes, harmonious, to the point where we don't argue, don't discuss, don't eat together, and don't even sleep in the same bed.


Only now did I realize that he hadn't touched me in a long time.


I still refused to believe my husband would betray me.


Back then, we shared everything, and I was willing to break with my father to be with him.


Though I gave up a life of luxury over the past three years, I always believed I had married for love.


Zhou Minghua and I graduated from the same school and coincidentally interned at the same company.


However, that year, the company had limited recruitment; I voluntarily stepped back and asked my father to put in a good word for him.


Zhou Minghua successfully stayed at that company and smoothly advanced over three years, now holding a high position as a vice president.


Meanwhile, I married him as a rural girl and became a housewife.


At first, I was happy, and life was flavorful, until Zhou Minghua rose higher and got busier, and we spent less and less time together.


I always thought it was because he was too busy.


But now I realize we have grown quite distant.


I secretly hid the panties, pretending nothing happened.


Returning to the bedroom, I looked at my drunken husband and still approached him, hoping to sober him up a bit.


"Hmm... Ah! I can still drink... Xiao Xue..."


My husband continued to babble incoherently, then soon fell deeply asleep.


I picked up his phone to check, discovering that the lock screen password had long since changed and was no longer my birthday.


Could those purple panties belong to Xiao Xue?


Looking at the conspicuous wedding photo on the bedside table, I recalled the moment when we got married, how happy we were, but our smiles weren't forever like the photo captured.


I didn't want to doubt my husband, but I needed to get to the bottom of this; I decided to follow him.


Chapter 1