When My Daughter Died, My Undercover Husband Was Kissing His Mistress Chapter 2

I always told myself it was worth it. He loved his job, and I loved him.

We had good times too.

When he wasn’t too busy, he’d drive two hours just to buy me a small cake. He’d come home from work with a bouquet of roses. When I was recovering from childbirth, he stayed up all night taking care of Grace, changing diapers, feeding her, handling the housework like a pro.

He used to cup my face in his hands, pressing his forehead against mine, and say, “Emma, you’ve done so much. Without you, we wouldn’t have this family.”

“I’ll always love you.”

Then he left for a year.

I didn’t know exactly what his undercover work involved, but I once ran into him at a fish market, chopping fish with the skill of someone who’d seen more than he should. We pretended to be strangers that day, and for a whole year, I heard nothing from him.

When David came back, it was like he was someone else. He could go an entire day without saying a word. He stopped caring about anything in the house.

At night, he’d lie next to me in bed, but it felt like a chasm separated us.

Our home was filled with awkward silences.

I tried to bridge the gap between us, but David avoided me at every turn, eventually looking at me with a cold, almost mocking expression. “I never realized how much you wanted sex,” he said once, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

It was only now that I finally understood what had gone wrong between us.

I stood there for a long time, until the girl finally noticed me. She panicked, pushing David away, her face flushed with embarrassment as she hid in his arms.

For a brief moment, David looked flustered too, before quickly regaining his composure. He shielded the girl behind him, calmly saying, “Emma, she’s innocent. Don’t take this out on her. I’ll explain everything when we get home…”

“No need,” I said coldly, staring at the man I once loved. I asked slowly and deliberately, “I told you to take Grace to her after-school program. Where were you?”

“I got a work call,” David replied, looking guilty. “I couldn’t get away. I saw Grace get on the bus. It was just two blocks after she got off, she knows the way.”

A stabbing pain shot through my chest, bending me over as tears mixed with the rain on my face.

Grace was only four years old, and he had left her to take a half-hour bus ride alone, then walk another mile. He knew better than anyone how dangerous the world could be, but he still chose to ignore the risks for his own daughter.

“Was that work call to kiss this woman?!” My voice rose as I pointed at the girl trembling in his arms.

She looked young, probably a college student. She bit her lip nervously, startled by my accusation. David instinctively held her closer, whispering reassurances before turning back to me with irritation in his voice.

“Emma, stop scaring her. You used to be more understanding of my job’s demands…”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I lunged at him, slapping him hard across the face.

The girl screamed, touching David’s face in concern, her expression filled with sympathy.

“We’re getting divorced,” I said, my voice cold and final.

Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away.

Two hours later, David returned.

When he saw that I had packed up most of the house, he frowned deeply.

“I’m exhausted, can you stop acting like a child and throwing tantrums?”

“You think this is a tantrum?” I asked, my voice drained of emotion. I was too tired to even argue anymore.