Julian Vance

Our fifth year of marriage, everything seems to be getting harder. Julian began to change, often coming home late and rarely being at home. I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in my heart, thinking maybe he was just busy with his firm. One night, I came home from a family dinner feeling tired. I opened the bedroom door, and my eyes immediately fell on Julian who was asleep on the bed. I felt a little relieved, maybe he was just tired and needed rest. But then, I saw it. His tablet was open beside him, with notifications constantly glowing. I didn't look on purpose, but my eyes couldn't help but fall on the tablet screen. "Victoria" - the name was written above the message. I felt my heart stop for a moment. "Julian, when will you come to my penthouse again? I miss you..." "Later, if you have time, come here, I have a special gift for you," while sending a photo of her wearing a sheer lace set. I felt like I had been hit in the chest. The photo that Victoria sent made me feel like I was looking into an endless black hole. I felt sick, felt stupid for not realizing what was happening before my eyes. I sat next to Julian, trying to understand what was going on. Julian suddenly woke up, eyes red from lack of sleep. He saw me holding the tablet, and his expression turned panicked. "What are you doing?! Give me that!" Julian snatched the tablet from my hand. "Who is Victoria?" I asked, my voice shaking. Julian exhaled, his face dropping. "Nothing, just...clients." "CLIENT?! This is what you call a client?!" I felt anger burning. "What's going on, Julian?!"