Dexter was cooking in the kitchen. Hearing the door open, he leaned halfway out and greeted me as usual, "You're back! Wash your hands, dinner's almost ready."

As he spoke, he kept moving, deftly plating the stir-fried dishes. When he came out of the kitchen holding a plate and saw me barefoot, his expression darkened.

Placing the plate on the dining table, Dexter frowned and walked over, "How many times have I told you? You have a cold constitution, don't walk barefoot on the floor."

Though his words carried disapproval, his actions were gentle as he helped me put on slippers. I stood there stiffly, my eyes stinging. Who would have thought that such a gentle, considerate and thoughtful husband would cheat?

Noticing my reddened eyes, Dexter asked, "What's wrong?"

I blinked hard, forcing back the tears threatening to fall and smiled, "Nothing."

Dexter thought I was touched and smiled, his lips curling upward as he affectionately ruffled my hair, "Silly woman."

I chuckled bitterly in my heart. Yes, I was a complete fool.

I carefully observed Dexter's expression. His eyes were sincere, I couldn't detect even a trace of deceit or pretense. During dinner, he continued, as always, to keep adding food to my plate.

I frowned. To avoid raising suspicion, I forced myself to eat a few bites despite my disgust, quietly pushing the rest aside with my cutleries.

"Darling, did you spend some money today?" I asked casually while eating.

After asking, I discreetly observed Dexter's expression. His hand holding the fork paused briefly and a flash of regret swept across his face.

I guessed he must have been careless when transferring the money earlier. Otherwise, with his usual caution, he would never have used the stored-value card under my name.

But in just a split second, Dexter adjusted his expression, pretending to stay calm as he admitted and explained, "Yes, a friend needed money urgently. I was in a rush and didn't realize I used your card until after the transfer."

He then added pitifully, "Honey, you're not mad I acted without telling you first, are you?" With a nervous look, he cautiously watched my reaction.

Feigning surprise, I said, "How could I be?"

Seeing my response, he quietly let out a sigh of relief.

I then casually asked, "Which friend was it?"

It seemed like he had already prepared an answer, replying naturally, "Oh, an old childhood friend of mine. You don't know him."