Suppose you are Nicole, an ordinary woman, a math teacher at a certain university, who plays bridge with fellow villagers in her spare time, loves cooking, and likes curry. You have a husband, you have similar conditions, the same appearance is ordinary, a little talented, he is big and rude, and occasionally a little neurotic, you are family-friendly and caring, and you can tolerate his convulsions from time to time, and you have vulgar happiness.
One day, you find that your husband seems to have an extraordinary obsession with a "very small" man. You blame it on his personal hobbies and choose to respect it. Gradually, the husband's desk is filled with books related to male killers, and the pictures of the corpses at the crime scene are covered. You find that your husband cuts his thighs just to repeat the murderer's way of committing crimes. You pretend not to see and listen to your husband. Half-truth, coolly stated, if he were a killer, how would he kill you. You smiled and thought he was funny and didn't take it to heart. But at night, between the beds, your husband is lying on top of you, taking off his pants, and he is still distracted. He never leaves the mysterious male killer for three words. You let him go tolerantly, and you are tired. Forget it for today. . The husband was relieved and lay down for a while, and suddenly asked you for the contact information of a young girl who played cards with you. He just wanted to get the clues of the male killer. You were mad at him and had nothing to say.
You don't even know that your husband's close female colleague tells him behind his back that you are not suitable at all. They exchanged lunches carefully prepared by each other's partners, and spit out as they ate. It doesn't matter to you, anyway, if you don't hear it in your ears, just pretend that he didn't participate in anything.
One day, your husband comes home in a state of disorientation, lying on your lap watching TV, and he is fired. While comforting him, you secretly rejoice. In this way, maybe your life will get back on track. But unfortunately, someone knocked on the door and broke your little extravagant hope.
My husband went out with the mysterious man. After that, he started to hide his whereabouts again. You only saw him inexplicably radiant. When you asked him why, he said, it must have been playing a role recently. After asking again and again, the husband confessed that he was a special agent. You were relieved for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and then you asked, is it really just because of justice that he pursued a male killer so persistently? You are inexplicably flustered.
The husband starts packing and says he is going to Berlin for a business trip. You ask him, does he hate the job? Husband said yes, who would do this rubbish job if it wasn't for money? You have a gut feeling that he's lying to you, but he's still willing to lie to you, which is a good thing after all, so you kiss him and decide not to interrupt his work with the little thing about the important anniversary party coming up until he turns around.
You don't know, in Berlin, despite your repeated warnings, your husband still loses his suitcase with the green tie you bought him in it. Your husband's confidante makes fun of your aesthetics, saying that losing those things is not bad for your husband, but it is a burden. You make a video call, and your husband is shirtless, wearing a pair of shorts, and he scribbles you a few words, and then suddenly there is a knock on the door of the hotel late at night. You ask him who he is, and he takes it for granted, saying that it is his confidante, you laugh at yourself, what is the relationship between them, there is no room for you to question, so you hang up the phone, out of sight.
Somehow, when your husband returns from a business trip, you learn that his confidante has died in Berlin. You go to that woman's funeral, your husband's boss is speaking at it, your husband is angry and helpless, you try to comfort, but your husband throws your hand away and tells you not to do it, he leaves the table angrily, you watch From his back, he began to feel that there seemed to be a huge gap between you. Should I wait for my husband to say something? What's wrong with your relationship?
Since he didn't take the initiative, you decided to do something yourself, so while you were cooking dinner, you asked tentatively, Hongyan... The husband stood up angrily, accusing you of doubting the pure relationship between them! You explain, that's not what you mean, you just want to know, what is the reason for Hong Yan's death? Is it related to the male killer that her husband has been tracking? You can't help worrying about his safety. Your husband hesitates, like a wilted eggplant, and doesn't respond. After a few more words, he became angry and accused you of only caring about him and making him breathless. What do you do? All I can tell him is that a suitcase has been sent from Berlin that seems to belong to him.
Your husband went upstairs with a suitcase. You thought about it, and you thought it was your attitude just now. You wanted to talk about it again, but as soon as you entered the door, you saw your husband's bed spread out with brand-new expensive suits. , your husband told you to go out in horror, you backed out, the expensive suits you couldn't afford were spinning around in your mind, and an ominous foreboding filled your heart.
You fell into an inexplicable cold war. One day, you couldn't help calling your husband and wanted to go out the stairs. However, the husband answered the phone and kept panting. With a young girl, you feel bitter in your heart, thinking, he can't even stand alone in a room with me. Yet you still promised him.
In the evening, you bring your card friends home and enter the door. The atmosphere inside is awkward. A man who has never met before walks out from your side with a wet high-end ready-to-wear on his arm, with a smile on his lips. Her husband was soaked all over, leaning against the refrigerator, smiling at you inexplicably nervously and ingratiatingly. Obviously, what happened to them in your home. Your arms are shaking, and you can't tell if you're angry or sad.
Finally, when the news of the death of your husband's boss was published in the newspaper, you thought about it, and linked that strange man with the male killer that your husband was searching for, and everything made sense. You are flustered and angry, but the same wife is me? You smoked a cigarette that you haven't smoked for a long time, and you want to communicate with your husband. You are worried about his life safety, and he is full of inexplicable arrogance, open and closed, and it is the male killer who appeared out of nowhere. Hold! The image you have worked so hard to maintain has collapsed. You are unwilling to say anything, accusing your husband of slandering the public and helping your own interests. In order to satisfy your perverted whispers, you pursue the murderer in a high-sounding manner, and ignore his responsibilities in the family. Husband is outraged, and he slaps you in the face. And after you were silent, you still thought about reconciliation, you handed out the steps, let's go eat curry, that curry is delicious.
Husband smiled at you, as if nothing happened just now, he said, I still have a job...
work, work, work.
If you don't love him, at least hope he doesn't hurt. You know very well that you can no longer wait for your husband's true love, but why can't you wait for a sincere word, break up? Why do people say that he and the male killer are true love, you, just an obstacle... You can't figure it out.
Me too.
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