Remembering the time when I had first opened the diary that had fallen on me in the little room on the other side of the floor where I used to live earlier when I had just moved in this house, seeing my husband's name on the very first page, did get me excited and it piqued my curiosity to read what was written inside even more. So, I didn't wait any longer to turn to the next page and start reading what was written in that little book.

The first sentence on the second page was that everything that was mentioned in it was the kind of girl that he...