Chapter 2

The next day, after my husband sobered up, he acted like nothing happened.

He probably hadn't realized there was a pair of purple underwear he brought back in his pocket.

Nor did he remember that last night was our wedding anniversary.

"Honey, who were you drinking with last night?"

"A client, who can really drink. Ugh, I drank so much that I have a headache."

As my husband said this, he rubbed his head.

I handed him a glass of milk; he just kept looking at his phone. I saw him replying to someone.

"Who is it? A very important client?"

"A boss from out of town, who can really drink. If we don't entertain him well, our company will lose a big order."

"Oh, really? Was it a man or a woman?"

My husband paused for a moment: "Of course it was a man. How can you say a woman could drink so much? But he was quite lustful, insisted on having escorts. Ugh, you know..."

This made me suspicious. Could it be that my husband's purple underwear was accidentally taken from an escort?

Or did my husband hire an escort too?

"Oh, why did you buy a cake?"

My husband changed the subject.

"Nothing, just bought it for fun."

I let out a bitter laugh.

"True, neither of us has a birthday coming up."

My husband finished the milk, chatting with me perfunctorily while eagerly messaging back and forth, his face lighting up with more smiles as he did.

Whatever I asked, he replied absent-mindedly, with just "Mm-hmm" or "Ah-huh".

"Who is it, making you so happy this early in the morning?"

"Oh, it's Xiao Xue..."

My husband slipped out, then hastily added.

"A colleague from the company, sending jokes in the group chat. Right, I have to rush back to the office, gotta go."

My husband hurriedly left. Thinking about how excited and engaged he looked while messaging, it was just like when we first fell in love.

Now when he talks to me, it's all rational, polite, almost avoiding any unnecessary conversation.

Every time, it's me trying to create conversation with him, enthusiastically, while he's nonchalant, not caring.

He always kills the conversation, making me shut up automatically.

Just before he stepped out, I forced out a question: "I bought a black pair of underwear, how about I wear it for you tonight?"

Trying to use seduction to bring back the man he once was.

This version of me, it's really cheap, embarrassing, but I can't think of any other way.

Black underwear, black stockings, he often used to ask me to wear them when we were passionately in love.

He was so enamored, so captivated, back then.

"Maybe purple ones look better, why don't you try buying a purple pair?"

I was stunned.

"Weren't black ones your favorite? Since when did you like purple?"

"Got tired of the black ones, sometimes you need a change."

After saying that, he left.

I stood at the door for a long time, unable to move.

Yes, he's tired of it.

This is the simplest part of human nature.

Has Zhou Minghua also grown tired of me?

I suspect more and more that Zhou Minghua might be cheating; I need to find out.

After he left the house, I disguised myself, took a taxi, and followed him.

He really went to the office, working as usual. Their office is not a place I can easily enter.

Even if I went, it wouldn't be easy to discover something.

So, I turned and went to the electronics market, buying a lot of hidden cameras, trackers, and listening devices.

Anyone not knowing might think I'm becoming a spy.

I installed these things in every corner of our house, and when my husband came back, I sneakily put the tracker and hidden camera in his car.

When Zhou Minghua was taking a shower, I also snuck the listening device into his phone case.

That way, wherever Zhou Minghua goes and whatever he does, I will know.

"Honey! Can I discuss something with you?"

I was slightly pleased; it's been a while since Zhou Minghua talked to me so animatedly. Could it be he remembered our wedding anniversary and wanted to make it up to me?

"What is it?"

"Tomorrow, our company has a project meeting. It's a gathering of our top management. The boss wants confidentiality, so he decided to have the meeting at our house."

I was taken aback: "What kind of company meeting needs to be held at our home?"

"Isn't it for confidentiality reasons? The company boss trusts me, and I can't let him down. So, are you available to go out for a day tomorrow? You can hang out with your friends, and I'll cover the costs."

What he talked about for so long was actually to get me out of the house.

But I felt his reason was too far-fetched. Thinking of all the devices I had already set up, I nodded and agreed.