The Red Dress On My Balcony Wasn't Mine

Synopsis

I was on a ten-day business trip, and every night I video-called my husband. He would always sit in the study, with the familiar bookshelf in the background. Today, I returned home earlier than expected and ran into a beggar at the entrance of my neighborhood. I casually gave him 5 dollars and turned to leave. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and asked, "Miss, is your apartment number 1802?" My heart skipped a beat. "How do you know that?" I asked. He didn't speak but pointed upstairs. Following his finger, I saw a bright red nightgown hanging on our balcony. It wasn't something in my wardrobe. The beggar whispered, "She comes at eight every evening and leaves at six in the morning. She hasn't left yet today."