Chapter 8: I Know Your Husband Is Not At Home


    On the dining table, there was still the food Christopher cooked for mest night, but he was not at


    home. I was secretly d that he went out so coincidentally, only to find out that there was a post-it


    note written by him on the table: "Jasmine, I''ll go home ande back in a few days. Don''t work too


    hard, love you!"


    I picked up the card on the table and looked at Christopher''s fine handwriting. Suddenly I began to


    think about my gains and losses.


    Although there was nothing written on it, I could instantly feel his sadness.


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    Was he angry with me for noting back all night? So he went home? But why did he send me this


    note instead of calling me?


    I picked up my phone and looked at it in confusion, only to find that it appeared to be switched off. ''That


    must be Vincent. I continued to curse that bastard in my heart as I turned on my phone to check the


    messages. What concerned me greatly was that there were three missed calls from Christopher.


    Looking at the time, it should be within one hour he called me, At that time, I was......


    Vincent probably felt annoyed and hung up the phone several times without my authorization, then


    turned off the phone.


    What would Christopher think of me? Would he think of me having an affair with someone outside?


    I hurriedly took out my phone and called Christopher, but what I received was the sound saying the


    phone was turned off. This time, I am even more flustered. I loved Christopher. Although I went with


    another man again, I still loved Christopher. I didn''t want to lose him, and I didn''t want to lose the love


    thatsted for four years and the marriage that I had worked hard to get.


    Maybe I was a bitch, the kind of bitch who was sitting on two chairs, but who would understand my


    helplessness? I really didn''t want to do this. What I wanted was Christopher''s love.


    If I had a choice, I would rather choose that Vincent had never appeared in my life.


    I jittered and sent a message to Christopher telling him that I had made a mistake. I shouldn''t have


    turned off my phone. I was really sorry. But after I wrote the message, I suddenly looked at the words


    on it with some hesitation. Then I deleted it and changed it, ''Christopher, why did not you tell me


    sooner that you had gone home? I missed you so much!''


    Yes, I became a hypocrite, and I was used to lie. I did not even have the courage to apologize to him


    because I was afraid that whatever I said would be thoroughly investigated by a sensitive person like


    Christopher.


    I sent the text message to him, but it was as if a rock sunk into the sea. Christopher was just like he


    was in the detention center, not avable at all. Feeling a little helpless, I quietly pressed my phone and


    waited for Christopher''s response until I fell asleep on the couch, dazed.


    Vincent had tortured me to deathst night, so I was not in a good state. Just when I was in a daze, I


    suddenly heard a crisp and melodious text message from my phone beside me. I was shocked and


    hastily woke up from my sleep.


    I thought Christopher was finally willing to reply to my text message. However, what disappointed me


    was that the text message was not from him, but from Vincent.


    Open the door!


    It was just three words, but irresistible. I frowned and looked at the words sent by Vincent inexplicably. I


    didn''t know what to say.


    Open the door? Why should I open the door? Was he standing outside right now?


    This couldn''t be! Christopher had just left and he was already here? What exactly was he nning to


    do?