I was happily married to my husband who is a year older than me. We met in a coffee shop first. He bumps into me and I accidentally drop my hot coffee to him.

We become close after that.

I am working in a law firm when we got married 3 years later.

He was working in a company as a rookie supervisor with a little pay.

My pay is bigger than him but I never argue about his little pay because we can survive with my pay.

I always give him encouragement to climb his stairs to success.

We were gifted with a pair of twins two years after we got married.

And our babies are the blessing from heaven when my husband gets the loans to start his own construction company on their 100^th days.

I gave up my work a year after, my husband’s company was at its peak and he asked me to stay at home, spending my time for him and our twins.

I ask him if I should help him in his company but he decline it saying the twins need me more than he needs me.

They began to talk and walk, spending time with them is a great choice so I go with him. I stay at home, talking care of the twins, watching them grow while my husband works his company to a better and better state.

We weren’t close like we used to. We haven’t share much time together like before.

But I understand it. He is a busy man. He needs to work hard for our family needs.

The kids are growing and they will turn 7 in two years.

I was walking to the kindergarten with my twins one day. I decided to just walk rather than driving because it is just few blocks away from our house.

The twins can enjoy the fresh air too and I can get some exercise. It’s not that I gain weight; I still look like how I am when I’m still a teenager.

I took good care of my figure; I need to see lots of people when my husband’s company held any event or occasions.

I stopped going to any since last year, my husband wants me to help the twins with their English.

I sang children song while my kids sang along happily.

I send them off and waves when they walk inside, skipping happily while holding each other hand.

Their teacher smiles at me when I bow to him.

He is a nice guy.

He owns the kindergarten which is a very big surprised to me.

Why did a guy wanted to spend time with kids?

My husband was not close with our kids.

He is a responsible father but as of loving, he is not.

Seeing him caring, ruffling and patting the kids hair makes me envy his wife or girlfriend, if he did has one. He will be a great father.

I can guarantee that.

I walk back to the street where I walk earlier.

The street light turns red when I saw familiar person who is my husband on the other side of the road, talking to a phone.

I waited for the street light to turn green. I wanted to surprise him with a hug when a woman storm to him and hugs him tight.

I was taken aback. Who is that woman? Hugging my husband so tight that he looks like he needs some oxygen to breath from the sudden impact.

The green light blink and I rush to them.

I was in a quick pace at first but turns slow when he hugs her back and moves back a bit before he kisses her lips with a happy face.

I was dumbfounded.

The woman, I know her. She is the person I saw in the restaurant few months ago; she is the woman who was gazing at my husband all the time.

I walk to them. I walk to them and I hold his shoulder.

He was mad; someone interrupts him in the middle of their kiss.

He turns with his mad expression which turns to a shocked one when he met with my face.

“Yeobo.”

He called me as he never let go of his hold on the woman waist.

I laugh dryly at his action.

“Let’s talk at home.”

I said as I glance at the lady. She was smirking. She must feel good after she gets my husband from me.

I walk back to our house, declining his offer to go home together.

I glance back at them; he still did not leave his holds on the woman.

I clutch my shirt.

He had fallen for her now; I know the looks in his eyes. He wasn’t the man that I met 9 years ago. What I saw was a completely different man. An unfaithful husband of mine.

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