I am 35 years old, and my husband is 40. We have been living together for many years, but we have never had a big argument. If we ever get upset, it only lasts for a day or two, and then we make up. He is always the one to make the first move to reconcile. I always felt confident when talking about our small, happy family. But that confidence was shaken the day the new neighbor moved in. She was a beautiful woman, divorced, and still living on her own.

From the moment my husband first saw her, I noticed the way he looked at her with admiration, as though he wanted to win her over. I sensed this and decided to show him more care and attention. But perhaps for him, having a happy family wasn’t enough; he began secretly seeing her, and it took me a whole year to find out.

One evening, I called him to say I would be late for dinner because I had to work overtime, but my tasks were finished early, so I planned to come home sooner than expected.

When I got to the house, I immediately noticed a familiar figure near her house. I quietly walked into the yard and peeked through a window. What I saw shocked me: they were being affectionate with each other. I pushed open the door, and both of them were surprised. My husband awkwardly explained that he had just come over to fix her electricity.

I was furious and wanted to slap the person who had stolen my happiness, but he quickly stopped me. I left their house with a heavy heart, wondering what I should do to keep my family together for the sake of our children.