Chapter 3

When Cristian returned, I was sitting at the dining table having breakfast.

He walked towards me holding a bouquet of roses with the morning dew on them, wearing a familiar and ingratiating smile on his face.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I had a business dinner last night that went on too late, so I just stayed at the company for the night."

As he spoke, he leaned in to kiss me.

I instinctively resisted inwardly and stepped back subtly.

When we got married, Cristian had sworn that he would never stay out overnight.

In fact, he had often been out early and back late for more than half a year, always using the excuse of being busy with work.

Last night marked the first time he had spent the night away from home.

But I knew if he did it once, he would do it countless times more.

I looked into Cristian's eyes, and it seemed that I could glimpse what it would be like if I kept turning a blind eye on him staying out all night as a regular occurrence in the future.

I cast a casual glance at him and asked, "Have you changed your clothes?"

Cristian had not only changed his clothes but also taken a shower, sprayed on some perfume, and carefully tidied himself up.

He was a meticulous man.

"Yes, I have. After the business dinner, I smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. I don't want to reek that smell in front of you. Look, I'm wearing the clothes you picked for me. I left them in the company's lounge."

He picked up the milk I had left and took a sip. "These clothes suit me so well. You have such good taste, honey!

"Why is this milk cold?"

I said calmly, "Don't drink it. I was about to dump it."

"That's okay. I'll drink it anyway. I'm happy to eat whatever you leave behind."

I watched coldly as Cristian drank the milk, and I couldn't discern if he was just pretending. Everything seemed so genuine.

Unfortunately, I had witnessed what he did last night.