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I didn't mention the lipstick or ask about his company's situation.
I wanted to give him a chance to see if he was willing to be honest with me.
He sighed and hugged me from behind, saying, "I'm sorry, dear. I've been too busy lately and neglected you."
I shook my head. "It's okay. As long as you're willing to hold me, I'm happy."
He smiled and said, "Silly girl."
That night, we didn't bring up any unpleasant topics; we simply embraced each other like ordinary couples and fell asleep.
The next morning when I woke up, my husband had already prepared breakfast.
He looked in good spirits as he poured me some milk and said, "I'm not going to the office today. Will you stay home with me for the day?"
I sipped my milk and asked, "Aren't you going to work overtime?"
He shook his head. "No, I want to take a break and spend more time with you."
I set down my cup. "Honey, can we not work overtime today?"
He paused for a moment, looking surprised. "What's wrong?"
I looked at him and said, "I want you to spend more time with me. I don't want you to be out there working so hard alone."
He hesitated for a few seconds before nodding. "Okay, I won't work overtime today. I'll come back after I handle a few things; I have something to tell you."
I asked him, "What is it?"
He smiled and gently stroked my hair. "Let's talk about it when I get back tonight. For now, let's have breakfast."
He hugged me before leaving, hope shining in his eyes. "Wait for me to come back."
I nodded. "I will wait for you."
But once again, I was disappointed.
After my husband left, he never returned.
That night, I waited for him for a long time, and he didn't answer his phone.
I called Wang Naixin to ask if her husband had come to find her.
Wang Naixin replied impatiently, "No, your husband is missing. Why are you calling me? Can't you go look for him at his company?"
I bit my lip. "There’s no one at his company."
Wang Naixin scoffed, "Then why don't you check his dormitory?"
I fell silent for a moment. "I don't want others to laugh at me."
Wang Naixin sneered, "At this point, you're still worried about your pride?"
I whispered, "It's not about pride; I just..."
Just what?
I couldn't explain it either.
Maybe I just can't accept it, maybe I'm just scared, maybe I just don't know how to face this sudden change.
Before leaving, my husband said he would come back after finishing his work at the office because he had something to tell me.
I begged him not to work late and hoped he could come home early. He hesitated for a few seconds and hugged me once more.
He said, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
His gaze was firm, carrying a kind of light that I couldn't quite grasp.
He brought me hope, but this time, I wished he would take his time coming back, preferably never return at all.
Since he left that morning, my husband has never come back.
He doesn't even answer his phone.
After calling multiple times, he would reply to my texts, but his tone was filled with impatience.
At first, he said he was making a final effort to save the company and had to go on a business trip without informing me. He didn't know when he would be back.
But as I kept asking him, his attitude became increasingly stiff.
Eventually, he turned off his phone and stopped replying to my messages altogether.
Wang Naixin expressed her regret: "Oh, I didn't expect that after all these years, your husband still fell for a young girl."
She patted my shoulder and comforted me: "Forget it; just consider him dead. Someone like that isn't worth your tears."
I stared at her blankly, and suddenly tears streamed down my face.
I understood the reasoning that Wang Naixin presented, but reasoning is one thing; I still held onto a glimmer of hope in my heart.
What if?
What if my intuition was wrong?
Maybe he was just delayed because of work, maybe he would come back tomorrow...
I kept comforting myself, as if hypnotizing myself, deceiving myself.
But as time passed, my heart grew colder.
I dialed my husband's number countless times, but all I got was the sound of it being turned off.
Wang Naixin's speculation sent chills down my spine: "He wouldn't have eloped with that little vixen, would he?"
She thought for a moment and then said, "They wouldn't have bought a villa in the scenic area, would they? These young people today are so extravagant..."
Before she could finish her sentence, I gasped in fright.
I had a dream.
In the dream, I stood on the school theater stage, waiting for my husband to appear.
This was our graduation play, and the audience was filled to capacity.
But after waiting for a long time, I was the only one on stage.
I heard a series of popping sounds in the darkness, like gunfire.
I looked down in terror, but it was pitch black below; I couldn't see anything.
Only the noise buzzed in my ears, a constant hum.
I felt like a drowning person, helpless and desperate.
"Bang—"
A gunshot rang out.
I was so startled that I sat up in bed.
Cold sweat dripped down my body, and my heart raced like thunder.
At that moment, I heard a knock on the door.
When I opened it, a young man stood at the entrance.
He looked about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in a police uniform, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding confidence.
"Hello, are you Wu Jing?" he asked.
I stared at him in a daze.
He smiled and took out his identification. "I'm Officer Ma. I would like to ask you about your husband's situation."
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