Three Years Lost in His Innocence

Synopsis

My husband took my parking spot again. His car was parked badly, the front crossing the line and taking up two spaces. This was the third time. I didn't call him to come down and move the car. Instead, I took a video and posted it online. Right away, a new intern I trained, who said he had dated eighteen girls, sent me a message. [Alora, from my experience, something is wrong. If you still want to stay with him, call your husband and ask him to move the car. If you don't, go upstairs, open the bedroom door, and record everything.] My hands felt cold. Nervous, I went upstairs. I saw my husband sitting calmly on the sofa, working. The bedroom looked normal too. I was about to relax, thinking I worried too much. But then I looked again, and my heart dropped. The tie he was wearing was not the red one he wore this morning. And he usually only worked in the study…