When I was just 20 years old, I finally knew how much pain Spencer had gone through back then. In the morgue, I hugged my parents' bodies and cried bitterly.
Spencer held me in his arms, promising my parents that he would take good care of me for the rest of his life.
Fearing that I would feel insecure, he decisively got married to me when I graduated from college.
He didn't change after getting married.
He was as kind and attentive to me as ever.
Despite being busy with work, he would come back to cook for me as soon as he got off work, clean up the house, and watch TV with me.
He loved me so much at night that he couldn't let go of me. After kissing me over and over again, he hugged me and fell asleep again.
He loved me so much.
No way that he would sneak out to fool around with another woman in the middle of the night!
I didn't believe it!
I restored all the photos I had deleted before and showed them to Siena Hunt, my best friend in the photography industry, to verify their authenticity.
It didn't take long for the results to come out.
The photos were authentic!
Siena was even more shocked than me.
She felt that Spencer would never cheat on me even if the whole world turned upside down.
Playing with her fingers, she analyzed the situation with me.
"Look, Jessa, you have no powerful family to back you up or means. If Spencer doesn't love you, he can just divorce you directly. Why did he have to put in so much effort to lie to you?"
"How could he go to another woman after having sex with you every night? He is a restrained man. I doubt whether he will be that horny."
She grabbed my shoulders and said sternly, "I think there must be something fishy going on!"
I thought she was right.
I had known Spencer for more than ten years. I knew him best.
I decided to find out the truth first before confronting him.
I came out of the studio.
I came to Yord Medical University.
Spencer was originally an associate professor at a first-class hospital in Yord. Later, with his outstanding ability, he was specially hired as a lecturer by Yord Medical University.
He had been working here for the past two years.
I hid under a podium.
Looking down at his polished leather shoes, I listened to his magnetic voice reverberating in the large classroom...
Then I stretched out my fingers and pinched the leg of his pants, pulling it gently.
He was stuck in his speech.
Then a pen fell to the ground.