He Loved Me as His Life

I found out about Wynn's affair on our third wedding anniversary.As our company grew larger, Wynn became increasingly busy and grew thinner.I had deliberately signed up for a cooking course a month ahead, with the exclusive aim of crafting an extravagant dinner for him on our third anniversary.Concerned that I wouldn't be able to balance home and work, and not wanting me to give up my beloved career for the sake of our family, we hired a housekeeper. This way, even when Wynn was too busy to come home and cook for me, I could still enjoy delicious meals.I couldn't even remember the last time I cooked.I put in dedicated effort, from regularly burning myself in kitchen disasters to becoming proficient. Only heaven knows what I've been through.On our anniversary day, I went out early to buy ingredients and prepare for dinner. I worked diligently all evening, turning the empty dining table into a feast for the eyes.When the delicious dishes were ready, I sat on the couch, anticipatin

In the middle of the night, Wynn, who was lying beside me, called out softly, "Suzy."Suzy, are you asleep?"With no response from me for a while, he quietly got out of bed.He stepped onto the balcony, braving the cold wind as he made a phone call."Why aren't you sleeping yet? It’s already so late at night."I know, but the divorce isn't as straightforward as you might think."You’re a good girl. I'll handle it properly."Just a wall away.My husband, who professed his love and pity for me, was now gently reassuring his mistress."Alright, go to sleep. I'll come see you early tomorrow morning, okay?"Wynn's voice, filled with helplessness and indulgence, trickled into my ears one after another."You really can't bear to have me out of your sight for even a moment."He had said similar words to me before.My mother, a government employee with old-fashioned conservative values. When I was born, she had hoped for a son, believing it would win back the heart with my father, who often str

The night before my college entrance exams, I had a major argument with my mom, and she announced that she was severing all connections with me and would never speak to me again.Upon hearing the news, Wynn rushed over.It was pouring rain that day, and all my belongings were thrown out of the house. I was only wearing a thin nightgown when I locked eyes with Wynn, who was still catching his breath. While my mom continued throwing my belongings out the door, my dad was nowhere to be seen, and my sister stood by, witnessing the unfolding scene.Wynn walked directly toward me, right in front of my mom and sister, took my hand, and led me away.I still remember it vividly. At the time, my mom was furious, yelling at Wynn to "go, go, go, take her away, and never come back." Wynn tightened his grip on my hand, stopped in his tracks without looking back, and said, "I wouldn't even want to return to such a household."I managed to get through four years of college with scholarships and gove

Without much effort, I easily found Lucy by following Wynn's Facebook account. There were hundreds of Facebook posts, documenting every little detail of her life with Wynn. She didn't hide anything, almost wanting the whole world to know."Dancing hurt my leg, and it's tough to move around. I was all by myself in that empty room, but fortunately, Wynn came to my rescue, setting aside his work just to be with me. It's what it feels like to be looked after."I checked the posting time. On that same day, I was admitted to the hospital due to stomach bleeding, enduring excruciating pain to the point of passing out. Despite it all, I believed Wynn had a lot on his plate with work and toughed it out, spending an entire night alone with an IV in the hospital.Afterwards, when Wynn found out about it, he even asked me somewhat angrily why I didn't call him.I casually brushed it off, saying, "I'm not a child, and it's not something I can't handle on my own. There’s no need to disturb you."

Upon waking again, all I saw was a sea of white. The nurse told me I had a fractured arm and some superficial abrasions, but my husband was in critical condition. Perhaps the nurse felt that, as a wife, I should be anxious and worried about my husband's condition in the emergency room. So, when I expressed my desire to get some fresh air, she led me to the emergency room where Wynn was.I stared blankly at the continuously lit red light above the door, saying nothing. The nurse by my side looked at me with concern and said, "Don't worry too much. The surgeon in there is the most experienced doctor in our hospital. The driver who lost control and crashed into you all was also saved by him. Your husband will be fine."I tugged at the corner of my mouth and replied, "Hmm."Perhaps she found me too indifferent, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say. She made an excuse and left.My mind is in turmoil now. Why did Wynn risk his life to protect me in that crisis? Was it love? Bu