Chapter 1The Secret in the Study

Arthur and I had been married for three years. Everyone said we were the perfect, loving couple.

But only I knew that he had been sleeping in the guest room for three years.

He had never touched me.

I placed the divorce papers on his desk, intending to set him free.

But I unexpectedly saw a diary lying open on the desk.

[Today, she forgot to take her clothes after showering. I resisted for a long time, but couldn't control myself and hid one piece. I hope she won't notice.]

I froze.

So he was the one taking all the lingerie I'd "lost" before.

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In the middle of the diary on the desk lay a black and gold fountain pen.

It wasn't the one I had given Arthur.

But the lingerie mentioned as taken in the diary...

Was the exact set I had just bought last week.

Thinking back carefully, over these three years, the nightgowns and lingerie I'd lost probably added up to over twenty pieces.

I had thought the wind blew them away.

Or that I forgot to pack them after a trip.

The only person I hadn't suspected was Arthur.

Simply because of his aloof personality.

Since getting married, we had always treated each other with polite respect.

When he spoke to me, his eyes never wandered anywhere else.

How could he do something like this?

But last night, Arthur said there was no hot water in the guest bathroom sink.

And borrowed my bathroom to take a shower.

It took him barely half an hour, start to finish, and he even thanked me when he left.

I hadn't suspected a thing.

I never imagined it was him.

But my intimate clothing... it wasn't like he could wear it. What could he possibly do with it?

Inappropriate images suddenly popped into my head.

My face burned, and I didn't dare think about it any further.

I really wanted to step closer and read the earlier entries in the diary.

I even wanted to storm into the guest room and rummage through his closet.

But that would be too unethical.

I calmed myself down.

And decided to pretend I hadn't seen anything.

I turned around and closed the study door.

As for the divorce papers, I stuffed them into a drawer in my vanity.

Real or fake, I'll find out once I test it.