My Perfect Husband's Hidden Betrayal

Synopsis

Everyone said I must've been blessed to end up marrying Michael Quinn. At thirty-five, Michael was the youngest director at a state-owned enterprise. He was handsome, tall, and never smoked, drank, or went out for business dinners. He handed over his salary card without hesitation, gave our son a bath and read him bedtime stories every single night, and never missed a weekend family activity. When I was on my period, he'd make me soup, and he even hand-washed my underwear in the bathroom. On social media, I was the "life winner" everyone envied. For five years, every time I posted a couple photo, the comments would be full of "Why can't my husband be like that?", "Where do you even find a guy like him?" and "Erica, you're so lucky." I really thought I'd married for love. That was until that Wednesday evening, when I went to Michael's office to wait for him to get off work so we could pick up our son together. In the restroom, I overheard two of his female colleagues talking. "I just saw Mrs. Quinn. She had me dying. She sill had that proud look, like she's hit the jackpot marrying Mr. Quinn. You can totally see she thinks she's better than everyone else." "The whole company knows about Mr. Quinn's crush. She's probably the only one clueless." "No way she knows. If she did, she wouldn't be showing off their marriage online every day." "Honestly, it's kind of tragic. Her husband treats her like she's there to pop out kids and take care of them, and she still thinks she's the luckiest woman alive." "Honestly, men are more disgusting. They marry one woman but keep another in their hearts. "Tell me, what does Vanessa Lane have that makes Mr. Quinn so obsessed? She's divorced and saddled with a kid, yet r. Quinn still can't get over her." "That's not talent, that's pure manipulation. Every time she shows up at the office, she puts on that fragile, helpless act. One glance at Mr. Quinn and he's practically lost his mind." "Tsk, poor Mrs. Quinn, still in the dark." I stood in the stall, my nails digging into my palms. My whole body went cold, as if all the blood had been sucked out of me.