Book 2- Chapter 11

I viciously bit into the hamburger in my hand, staring at Ethan across the dinner table.

Seeing me staring, he casually picked up a chicken leg and put it in my bowl, "Honey, your favorite chicken leg, eat more."

Still with eyes full of tenderness, but now it only seemed nauseating.

"I'm full."

I cleaned up the dishes as usual, and went to work as normal.

During lunch break, I found a private detective.

In the evening, Ethan called as he had for the past few days, saying he wouldn't be coming home.

The shop was busy, I was used to him often staying overnight at the shop, never doubting.

After dinner, I rode my electric scooter directly to the shop, and sure enough, only the young apprentice was there.

"Ma. Madam, why. why are you here?" The young apprentice was very nervous.

I feigned confusion: "Am I not allowed to come? Where's your boss?"

"The boss... the boss..."

Before he could continue making up lies, I took out my phone and called Ethan, calling three times with no answer, the fourth call was rejected.

Ethan sent a WhatsApp message: "Honey, I'm fixing a customer's car, is something wrong?"

The detective also sent me a WhatsApp message, a series of photos.

Ethan going to Mia's house, the two walking hand in hand, feeding each other at a restaurant.

Hah.

I replied to Ethan with two words: "Nothing's wrong".

I replied to the detective with one word: "Continue".

I left under the apprentice's uneasy gaze.

No wonder he hasn't let me come to the shop since last year, saying he was afraid I'd be tired.

I was really stupid.

Because I wasn't interested in cars, I rarely came to there, and listened to his words, never coming again.

I wonder if in others' eyes, the boss's wife has already changed.

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