My Husband's Affair with Our Young Housekeeper Chapter 1

You wake up in the middle of the night and discover your husband is not beside you.

You walk out of the bedroom and search the house, but he's nowhere to be found.

As you approach the young housekeeper's room, you hear your husband's voice coming from inside.

I woke up in the middle of the night and realized my husband wasn't beside me.

I walked out of the bedroom and searched the house, but he was nowhere to be found.

As I approached the young housekeeper's room, I heard my husband's voice coming from inside.

My name is Faye, and I'm 28 years old. My husband Charlie and I work at the same hospital. I'm the head nurse, and he's an associate professor and chief physician.

We've been married for over four years, and our relationship has always been good. Charlie is humble and polite, handsome, and very attentive to me.

After we got married, no matter how busy work was, he would always send a bouquet of flowers to my nursing station every Valentine's Day and anniversary.

My colleagues would gather around, teasing me about how lucky I was to have married such a perfect husband.

I basked in their envious gazes, feeling as if I were living in a honeypot.

The only regret in our perfect marriage was that we hadn't been able to have a child of our own.

After I miscarried shortly after getting married, I hadn't been able to get pregnant again.

I knew Charlie really wanted a child too. When I was pregnant, he found all sorts of medications to prevent miscarriage and even hired a young housekeeper to take care of me.

I've always felt very sorry about the miscarriage, but Charlie has always been by my side comforting me, saying it's okay, while helping me find various medicines to regulate my body.

However, after taking those medicines, my figure started to change, gradually swelling up like a balloon, and my body began to be covered with stretch marks. But I still completely trusted Charlie, believing that as long as we could have our child, I could endure all of this.

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Five years ago, Charlie was still a master's student under my father.

My father was a professor and chief physician at the hospital, and it was during my last year of studying at the nursing school that my father arranged for me to intern at his hospital.

The first time I saw Charlie, I was attracted to him.

Not only was he good-looking, but his behavior and manners exuded the qualities of a gentleman.

I learned from my father that Charlie's family background wasn't good, he came from a rural village, and he was the only college student in his entire village.

This didn't make me prejudiced against him; instead, it made me admire him even more.

It made me even more impressed by his humble demeanor. In my eyes, he was like a noble plum blossom standing alone in the wind and snow.

I've always been shy about actively asking for contact information from the opposite sex. Even though Charlie attracted me, I only dared to visit my dad's department more often and steal a few more glances at him.

But unexpectedly, Charlie later took the initiative to add me on SnapChat, and after that, he often invited me out to eat, shop, and watch movies.

Our relationship grew closer with each date, and later, naturally, Charlie confessed to me. I accepted, touched, feeling like I was the happiest woman in the world.

However, all of this has now come crashing down.

What a load of crap about being a gentleman, it turns out it was all an act!