I recalled what Raymond was like before we were married. We had met at a coworker’s wedding.
After the ceremony, Raymond somehow obtained my contact number. He would ‘coincidentally‘ appear on my path home from work every day. Gradually, we became familiar with each other. He was attentive and caring, and he was concerned about my safety when I took night shifts. He would follow behind me from a distance until he saw me safely enter my dormitory.
When I was hospitalized and about to lose my job, he gave half a year’s worth of his salary to my supervisor to secure my position. I only learned about this from my coworkers after we got married.
They all said I was lucky to have Raymond and that he was the perfect husband.
They said that as a skilled technician, countless women wanted to marry him. Indeed, his kindness was beyond reproach in the early days of our marriage. He lived frugally but always remembered to buy me pretty clothes. He never looked down on my rural background and even sympathized with how far I had moved to marry him.
I truly believed I had found the best man in the world, but everything changed after Victoria moved in next door.
Initially, he told me Victoria was his childhood friend. Her husband had died, and she was pitifully alone. He just wanted to help her.
I was naive then and believed such words. Gradually, I noticed that his visits to Victoria’s home became increasingly frequent, and he sometimes returned late at
night. I grew uncomfortable and gently suggested he spend less time helping Victoria. He exploded at me, calling me selfish and disgusting.
After that, he never again took care of anything in our home. He was more attentive to Victoria’s affairs than to his own household.
