A woman's sixth sense is very accurate, and when catching a cheating spouse, her IQ skyrockets to 180.

That night, I couldn't sleep at all.

I didn't know what Ford saw in her. Old, haggard, vulgar, and with a kid in tow?

I even suspected Ford might be under some kind of spell.

He used to treat me so well.

In college, he wrote me bags of love letters, and proposed 3-5 times after graduation.

His family didn't have much money, and my mom was so picky. She demanded a house over 100 square meters, a car worth at least $200,000, and an $88,000 bride price with no discounts.

I felt bad for Ford, and fought with my mom about it a few times.

But Ford insisted that marrying me would be the greatest blessing of his life, and he would give me everything others had.

Thinking back to how hard it was for us back then, and how we made it through.

Now we have a house, a car, and both our careers are going well.

Except for that child I miscarried two years ago, our life has been steadily improving.

I thought that once my body recovered, we could have another child. A happy, harmonious family.

But life always delivers a wake-up slap when you least expect it!

I confronted Ford officially on Christmas Eve.

I took a half-day off in the afternoon to wait for him outside his office.

But I didn't tell him in advance, just said to come home early for dinner together.

At 3:15pm, he texted me saying his department had an event tonight and he couldn't join me for dinner.

Half an hour later, I was sitting in a coffee shop across the street, watching Ford walk out of the office building alone and get into a purple Mini Cooper.

I walked home in a daze. Passing a flower vendor, I said "Give me a bouquet of lilies."

Ford came home at 9pm.

I sat at the table, unmoving, as the dishes had long gone cold.

Ford said, "You cooked? I said I wouldn't be back for dinner tonight."

I still didn't speak, just slowly rubbed the lily bouquet on the table.

The shabby, worn-out fragrance wafted out, very vulgar.

Even with this artistic, abstruse way of hinting, Ford could easily understand.

This was evidence of his love for me, I thought bitterly.

"Clara, honey... I..."

Ford came over and pushed my shoulder.

My tears began to drip down.