On her side account, I saw her dining with Vincent on our wedding anniversary, the one he had skipped, at a candlelit dinner costing 3,000 per person.
I remembered that on the day we had been trying for a baby, just as we were about to begin, Vincent had left for an “urgent phone call.”
She even posted a photo of two hands clasped together on a hotel bed, mocking me. “The big dog is so obedient, I lured him over with one call. Meanwhile, the old bitch can only stay home alone!”
That hand in the photo, I had known it for five years. There was no mistaking it.
Thinking of how I had endured endless hospital injections to stimulate ovulation, while Vincent, with his weak sperm, frolicked with his mistress, it made my stomach turn.
With that thought, I no longer bothered with Desiree’s act. I turned and walked away.
As I reached the company entrance, Vincent came rushing back just in time to see me.
A fleeting trace of panic crossed his face.
“Wife, why did you come back early? You didn’t even tell me, I could have picked you up at the airport!”
I noticed the sweat dotting his forehead and sneered silently. So anxious to get back, Desiree must have warned him, of course.
I met his gaze, my tone cool and measured.
“Are you unhappy I came back early?”
“Or is it that you’ve got a little secret lover at the company, and you’re worried I’d catch on?”
Vincent froze, then forced a laugh and reached to wrap his arm around me.
“What are you talking about? I’m just surprised, that’s all. Didn’t expect you to return so suddenly. Come on, let’s go home. I’ll make you something nice!”
I sidestepped his arm, casually adding, “Oh, that concert a few days ago, it sounded incredible.”
Vincent’s face changed, and he quickly denied, “Concert? What concert? I was working overtime until midnight every day then. How could I have had time to go? Did you see someone? You must have mistaken them for me!”
I sneered inside. I hadn’t even said who he might have gone with, yet he spilled the truth on his own.
When I stayed silent, only staring at him, Vincent grew uneasy and rushed to change the subject, his voice full of fake sweetness.
“Wife, you’ve been working too hard. You’re just overthinking. In my heart, you’re a goddess. No other woman could ever compare to even a single strand of your hair.”