The Perfect Husband, The Perfect Lie

Synopsis

I'd been married for nine years, and to the outside world, Kevin and I were the perfect couple. He loved me, kept me in the loop wherever he went, and never locked his phone. I thought I was the happiest woman in the world until my birthday gave the game away. Kevin had been away on a two-week business trip, too busy even to make a video call, yet he rushed home just before midnight to celebrate with me. "Happy birthday, babe," he said, holding a huge bouquet of roses, as if he'd stepped out of a fairy tale. "Thank you. I love it." Overwhelmed, I took the flowers, tiptoed, and leaned in to kiss him. However, he turned his head, dodging the kiss after half a month apart. We both froze. Later, I stumbled upon a post from one of his female patients. [Kevin is the only one who can make me this happy as a woman.] When I called to confront her, Kevin snatched the phone and snapped, "Nora, stop imagining things. Ashley was ill, so I went to check on her. "You know what? Forget it. You're menopausal. Believe whatever you want. I don't care." That was when I realized my happy marriage had long since gone rotten.