You Pursue Romance, I Guard Home

Synopsis

Before Valentine's Day, I was trying to pick out an electric toothbrush for my husband, Edward Stone, who was a professor. But then I saw a review with over ten thousand likes on the store's page. [Highly recommend! The electric toothbrush from this shop is super durable. I've used it for half a year and haven't had to charge it once!] Three days later, the reviewer added another comment. [Sorry for misleading everyone. Turns out my husband's been charging the toothbrush all along. I'm just so scatterbrained. I kept bugging him about it today, and only then did I realize how much he's been doing for me. [Honestly, I never had to replace the toilet paper. I just thought it was super long-lasting. My streaming subscription for my favorite shows never expires, and I always assumed it was some kind of app bug. [My lips were chapped for a while, but they suddenly got better. Turns out he's been applying lip balm for me while I sleep. [He's a university professor. I used to think he wasn't romantic at all, but now I get it. When someone loves you, they have their own way of showing it.] The comment section was full of playful groans and teasing. People joked that Valentine's Day hadn't even arrived yet, but they'd already had their fill of lovey-dovey couple moments. After persistent requests from the netizens, the poster finally shared a photo showing off an elegant, stunning side profile. I clicked on it with envy, but my smile froze on my face. The person in the photo was unmistakably my husband, Edward. Looking at my mother-in-law, who had been paralyzed for six years, and thinking about how Edward was always living at the university, a wave of unease suddenly washed over me. Sure enough, when I brought my marriage certificate to the city hall, the staff glanced at the official stamp, then looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry, but this marriage certificate isn't valid. "And as for Mr. Edward Stone, his registered spouse is someone else, Lydia Ford." My fingers loosened unconsciously, and that blindingly fake marriage certificate dropped to the floor with a dull thud. A hollow, broken laugh escaped me. Everyone knew Edward and Lydia had that classic teacher-student bond. She was his favorite student, the one who really got him. As for me, I guess I was just the free housekeeper he needed.