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Wife's Betrayal and My Escape from Northern Myanmar
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A month ago, I was on a business trip out of town. My credit card bill showed a charge of 57 yuan at Meituan for a box of condoms. I was instantly dumbfounded. Every time my wife and I wanted to do something intimate, she would shyly ask me to go to the supermarket to buy some. We never did this more than four times a month, and the last time I bought them was less than a week ago; there should still be some left at home. Besides, I had been away for nearly a month. A bad feeling surged within me.
On the balcony, I lost count of how many cigarettes I smoked. Staring at the bill sent by the bank, I rubbed my eyes. Jissbon Zero Sensation series, a box of 32 pieces. In an instant, blood rushed to my head. First of all, only my wife, Li Tong, could use my credit card. Secondly, I don’t use that brand of condoms. Finally, damn it, I was still out of town.
Clinging to a glimmer of hope, I called the bank again to confirm the charge. “Mr. Lin, this transaction was made on your supplementary card at 1 AM on October 21.” October 21 was Li Tong’s birthday. I remembered that day; I had called her early to ask if she received my birthday gift. After happily saying goodnight to me, she went to sleep. That day, when I suggested a video call, she said her phone's camera was broken. All day long, my mind felt like an out-of-control machine.
One moment I thought of this place, the next moment I thought of that. During the meeting, I got lost in my thoughts and caught a few glares from my boss. At home, it was just Li Tong alone.
Condoms—who were they bought for?
Until everyone in the office had left, I sat there dumbfounded in my chair. At noon, I sent a message to Li Tong, asking if she was asleep. There was no response. I called her instead. She took a long time to answer.
Her voice was tinged with annoyance: "Why are you calling me so late?"
"I’m on a business trip for a month and wanted to check if you’re scared or if you’ve found someone to keep you company," I said gently.
There was a noticeable pause on the other end before she casually replied, "Nope, I'm being good and waiting at home for you to come back."
"Hey, I won't keep you long; I'm exhausted," she seemed eager to hang up.
I held back my impatience. "I’ll be back tomorrow."
"Huh? Didn’t you say it would be a few days? Why so soon?" I could sense that Li Tong was now more alert.
She bombarded me with questions. "Isn't Valentine's Day coming up in a few days? I wanted to come back to spend this important day with you."
Hearing that I was coming back to spend the holiday with her, there wasn't much joy in her tone. Instead, she urged me to rest early. I steadied my emotions. Until I figured out the truth of the matter, I couldn't act rashly; perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding.
Right now, things were still unclear. If I confronted her about it, it would only make her sad and think I was being petty. But the truth was, it had been bought for another man. Just based on this purchase record, I couldn't catch her; she would find all sorts of excuses to cover up the facts. So, the priority was to go home immediately and get to the bottom of everything.
I booked the earliest flight back, and by the time I arrived home, it was already noon. I unlocked the door. The room was tidied up very neatly. But it was too clean, making me suspicious that something was being hidden. I still caught a whiff of a different scent. Normally, I didn't like to spray perfume or use air fresheners in the room. This time, however, the air in the bedroom was filled with a strong fragrance.
"My best friend stayed over with me last night; her perfume scent didn't bother you, did it?" She hurriedly explained when she saw me sneeze.
"When I called you yesterday, didn't you say you were sleeping alone?" I deliberately watched her reaction.
"Well, it's not like you don't check up on me every day. I'm not going to tell you, hm!"
She pouted, looking all cute and spoiled.
In hindsight, I should have slapped myself hard across the face twice.
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