After Catching My Wife Being Taken to the Hotel by Her Lover

Vacant seat A true story about waiting and missing out Prologue Late autumn of 2024, Shanghai. I was sitting next to the B12 ticket gate in the waiting hall of Hongqiao Railway Station. There was a laptop spread out in front of me. The cursor flashed on the screen. There were only four words in the document - "Chapter 3:". It's been two hours. It's not that I can't write it. I don't know whether I should write it or not. The phone screen lit up, and it was a message from the editor: "How is the progress of the 30,000-word article? Readers are urging for updates." I turned the phone over and clasped it on the chair, with the screen facing down. The PA in the waiting hall was announcing the delay. A middle-aged woman passed me dragging a huge woven bag. The zipper of the woven bag was broken, and half of the quilt and a pack of tissues were exposed inside. Her cell phone rang, with the harsh beep unique to older phones. She stopped, put the woven bag next to her feet, took out a mobile phone with a half-broken screen from her pocket, and put it to her ear. "Mom, I know... I know... I have bought the ticket. The evening bus will arrive tomorrow morning... You don't have to come to pick me up. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.