The weather was cold.
Susie sat in the dining room in an evening dress, motionless and lost in thought.
At 10:59 p.m., there was still no sign of him returning.
The dining room was romantically decorated, with flowers and balloons.
Originally, there were candles burning on the dining table, but they had long since gone out, and the food had long since gone cold.
Would he not come back tonight?
In recent months, he had been coming home later and later...
She and Lawrence had been married for five years, from their campus romance, to getting married right after graduation, to now always being loving and sweet.
Recently, maybe because of something at the company, he had been coming home late.
She had always thought it was like that.
But today, she wasn't so sure.
Susie's fingers unconsciously clenched, a look of helplessness in her eyes.
At noon, she had seen him walk out of an apartment with a strange woman, wanting to rush over and ask him who that woman was, but she was too timid.
At that moment, she panicked, confused, not knowing what to do.
Maybe that woman was a relative of his that she didn't know, maybe a colleague, maybe a classmate... or perhaps a business partner... just a charade!
Susie's lips curled into a self-deceiving smile, her eyes sore.
No matter what the relationship was, Lawrence was too intimate with that woman, the scene of them laughing and talking together deeply stabbing her heart.
So, at that moment, she hid, not daring to let him see her.
There was the sound of an engine outside, and soon, footsteps approached.
The tall man, still the one she was familiar with, appeared in her sight.
Lawrence's eyes flickered when he saw she was still there. He took off his suit jacket, placed it on the sofa, and then walked over.
"Have you eaten?"
Susie heard his voice, still with warmth and concern, and her heart warmed. She shook her head.
Lawrence's gaze swept over her, he bent down to touch the edge of the plate; it was cold.
"I'll heat it up."
Watching the man walk into the kitchen, not minding doing these things for her, just like before.
Actually, it was always him cooking at home, he never liked her going into the kitchen, saying that women should be pampered by men.
Thinking of the sweet times, Susie's eyes brimmed with warmth.
Maybe she had misunderstood today.
She should trust him!
She got up and walked in, hugging his waist tightly from behind, her head buried in his back.
Lawrence's body stiffened a bit. He slightly turned his head and gently said, "You go out first, it’s smoky in here. It will be ready soon."
Susie's nose twitched, she shook her head, wanting to ask who that woman was, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Maybe she was afraid of hearing an answer she didn't want to hear.
She was afraid.
Afraid that he no longer loved her.
Lawrence didn't ask her to leave again, letting her hug him, but his movements were a bit stiff as he heated up the food.
"Honey..." Susie decided it was better to ask, to avoid any misunderstandings between them.
Mistrust was the most taboo thing between couples.
He had always loved her so much, how could he suddenly change his heart? Their marriage wouldn't have those few years of itch like others.
"Hmm?" Lawrence responded faintly.
Susie rubbed her face against his back, feeling the familiar scent of the man. The words reached her lips, but she swallowed them back, not daring to ask.
She suppressed the gloom in her heart, raised a bright smile, and said cheerfully.
"Um, today is our wedding anniversary!"
