Neither Are You Wrong

I secretly went to visit my husband who was working in a different city, only to catch him cheating right before my eyes.

He shielded the girl behind him, looking at me with a hint of defensiveness.

“Don’t make things difficult for her. It’s my fault. I’ll take full responsibility for my actions.”

Seeing him like that, I suddenly laughed, as if I wasn’t really that upset.

How could he be wrong?

He was merely pursuing his vibrant love.

And what I could get was all of our shared assets.

How amusing.

Besides him, who else would still believe in love?