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

I burst into tears, and the man panicked, hastily explaining, "No, no, calm down, I didn't do anything to you. Your clothes were taken off by your husband. I didn't even look. Although you're very pretty, I don't like unconscious women, it's not interesting."


"What don't you believe? You can check for yourself, can't you? You're not an eighteen-year-old girl anymore, don't you know if something happened or not?"


I reached out and touched my body, starting to believe him a little.


"You're just like Zhou Minghua; would you let me go?"


"No, he's shameless, but I'm a gentleman. Even if I liked you, I'd wait until you're divorced."


I thought to myself, here comes another lecher.


"Yes, I like you very much." The man still smiled brightly. It was clearly such disgusting sweet talk, yet I didn't find it that annoying.


Perhaps I have a greater dislike for Zhou Minghua in my heart.


Chapter 8