Daryl's efficiency was very fast. Except for cleaning out, all female employees in other positions were dismissed, including his secretary, Erin Matthew.

She didn't know it at first. She thought he was just talking that night. It wasn't until she brushed Erin's microblog that she realized that he had really dismissed all the female employees in the company for her.

In the next few days, he went home early every day, and started cooking after taking Kinsley back. She came back from psychotherapy just to eat.

This long-lost warmth gradually dissolved her suspicion. Looking at her gentle husband and lovely daughter at the dinner table, she secretly told herself to forget what happened before.

Isn't life exactly what she always wanted? Why think about things that have passed? However, once some ideas are established, it is not easy to eliminate them. Despite constantly reminding herself, she still unconsciously paid attention to Daryl's every move.

For a week, he commutes to work on time every day, picks up Kinsley, cooks, and occasionally goes to the gym once or twice. Except for the social parties that he can't get rid of, all the other friends' parties are pushed off.

Gradually, she began to relax her suspicions.

Because she have been in a good mood recently, the symptoms of bidirectional affective disorder in her have weakened a lot, so the treatment time and frequency are relatively reduced.

Just when she thought her life was on the right track, this peace was ruthlessly broken again.

On Thursday afternoon, she didn't come home until 7: 30 overtimes. As soon as she entered the door, Kinsley threw herself into her arms excitedly, and her heart melted when she shouted "Mom" one after another. Daryl came out of the kitchen with the dishes and called them to wash their hands for dinner. She walked towards the bathroom with Kinsley in her arms.

When she passed by her husband’s side, she smelled a faint smell of perfume and it caught her attention. She bought Daryl's perfume, and the smell seems familiar. The scent she smelled was obviously liked by the little girl and had a sweet and greasy feeling.

For an instant, she was on fire. How long has it been, started again? She wanted to question him and ask him why he smelled like that. When the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them abruptly again.

He promised that he would not be too close to other women again. It was only a few days later. She should not be so ignorant. What's more, their lives finally got back on track, and she didn't want to make both of them uncomfortable because of these tedious things.

Kinsley, she casually sat beside him, smelling the perfume

the kitchen, and she

utensils one by one, and cooperated very well. She looked at them and suddenly felt a little

little confused, whether this is a reality or an illusion she expects in

bath, she was lying in bed,

"Wife."

with two clasped hands. "Guess what is in my

is more important than a husband who loves her. Trixie smiled and accompanied him to mischief. "A gift

is so smart!" He kissed her on the forehead and then

small bottle of perfume in his hand and froze. The brand of perfume is a big name, but the products

exactly like him. Her eyes stared straight at him, looking at him

you like it?" Daryl was worried

to buy this?" Trixie

and with an embarrassed smile. "Didn't you get angry before? Thinking about buying a small gift to make you happy, I didn’t pick the fragrance. This is recommended by the shopping guide and says it sells very

his things. "I asked her

it is like not thinking about the fragrance, her heart was in turmoil. She is very uneasy now. Can she

an invisible devil, stirring her heart a little bit. The sweet and greasy

bad, thank you, husband." She restrained her mind, responded to

unbearable and gradually addicted

gone to work. Perhaps he had something to do today and left early. He did not

she saw that it was already 8 o'clock sharp. After breakfast, she sent Kinsley to school

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