My Wife Found Someone Else, So I Started Over Too

At eleven at night, Su Yuwei was on the phone on the balcony again. She lowered her voice, and every so often I heard a few soft laughs. I stood in the bedroom doorway, watching her back. In three years of marriage, she had never been this secretive. Her phone screen lit up, and a message appeared: "Husband, are we meeting tomorrow? I miss you." Sender: Su Yuwei. Recipient: not me. I deleted the message and put the phone back on the bedside table, as if nothing had happened. Su Yuwei came back from the balcony, her cheeks still flushed from the call. "It's so late. Why aren't you asleep?" She slipped naturally into bed with me