I took it, pretended to be careless, and dumped it. I saw my husband's face darken for a moment, but he quickly covered it up.
We all had a bad time watching this movie, and although he was smiling on the surface, I think he was resentful that I poured out the Coke.
I think I'm going to start investigating.
I won't let him kill me.
I told him I had a book signing out of town, and I had to leave in the afternoon, and it might take a week or so to get back. He said "hmm", then picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, and didn't say anything else, but I knew he was very happy. From the corners of his lips that were inadvertently raised, and from the slightly raised eyebrows, there was a sense of joy.
He was expecting me to leave, I thought, he must be waiting for this time, waiting for someone.
I put a camera on the bedroom closet when I was packing, using a pinhole camera I bought a long time ago.
In the afternoon, he gave me a hug and said goodbye with a kiss on my forehead.
I left with a heavy suitcase. The door closed behind me with a bang.
I went to the hotel and opened a room, put my luggage there, took my handbag and walked to my family's wealthy neighborhood. The residents thought that the security of the community was in place, but I have been writing at home all the year round and observed carefully that the south lawn of the community is connected with the construction site outside.
I bypassed the security guards and went in to check on the spot.
Nobody noticed me.
At 8:10 in the evening, a man walked into my villa. I turned on the monitor in my laptop and zoomed in on his face. This man has a seductive appearance, masculine and effeminate, and looks like a coquettish bitch.
He and my husband hugged, kissed, and rolled into bed by the bedroom door. They were so obviously excited that the bed was shaking.
I suddenly felt a little nauseous.
I remember my husband and I never had sex/love like this intensely, our sex/things were usually flat and simple like our lives.
Now this gas-filled life is given a little spark.
The thought of them kissing and writhing in the same bed I've slept in makes me sick.
I feel so hungry that I have a gag sensation in my throat that makes me want to goug my throat, make me want to scream hysterically, want to rush in and question my husband now.
But I need peace now, and I know it.
I zoomed in on the face on the screen, thinking I might know who he was, he was my husband's playmate, they grew up together, someone my husband hadn't introduced to me carefully.
What I learned of his name was when I picked up my husband on the plane on a whim, and a large group of my husband's friends sent him off. Among them, I felt a fiery gaze staring at me from this man.
And my husband just told him he was just friends.
Now it seems that he should be my husband's childhood sweetheart.
I don’t know much about my husband’s social circle. On the one hand, I am a writer myself, so I don’t go out much, and I don’t need to socialize. On the other hand, I was once taken to a banquet by my husband, although the people at the dinner table were Smiling, but I can feel the malice hidden behind their smiles, and I don't want to go as time goes by.
I think my husband has been cheating for a long time. It can be seen from his suddenly ecstatic expression, from the smell of alcohol after he came back early in the morning, and from the unreasonable greeting when I went out of town.
I think I could cover it up with love before, but not now.
Because my husband is going to kill me.