I know that it would be hard for any man to see his wife kissing someone else, even if he knew she was unwilling or unintentional.

Seeing such a thing was like slapping him in the face, and it was inevitable for him to be angry or even angry.

I looked at him silently for a while, but I didn't open my mouth. I just turned and went upstairs in silence.

It must be given some time. Some things can be talked about on the table, but some things can't.

Back to the bedroom, I went into the bathroom. As I took a bath, the cold water hit my body,...