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.”