After the class reunion, my husband and his ex-girlfriend got drunk and had an "intimate" affair.

I panicked and turned off my husband's phone screen as if I had done something wrong. I stared blankly at the empty space before me, but every single message from that cheating couple still appeared clearly. I buried my face in my hands and burst into tears.

Minh was my first love, to be exact, my dream love. I had a one-sided love for Minh for two years, and cried when I saw Minh walking with another girl. Then, for some unknown reason, they broke up, and I took this opportunity to do everything I could to get his attention.

I found a way to rent a house in the same apartment complex, found a way to meet on the stairs, while jogging, anytime, anywhere, whether by accident or on purpose. I stayed by Minh's side, invited Minh to hang out, to eat, comforted, cared for, encouraged, and then what had to happen happened. When I announced my pregnancy, Minh took the initiative to ask me to marry him.

I thought happiness had truly smiled upon me when I placed my hand in his to greet my parents and relatives, happily waiting for the day our little child was born. Everything happened exactly as I expected. Minh is a good husband, a good father, a man truly suitable for family life.

He is gentle and sweet to his wife, and does not hesitate to help me take care of the children and share the housework. Minh also loves his children very much and likes to play funny games with them. My phone seems to save mostly pictures of him happily playing with the child.

"I chose the right person to marry", I once wrote in my diary. I have kept this habit of writing a diary since I was a girl and for the past 3 years, I have mostly written about happy and fulfilling things. Unexpectedly, today, my diary is soaked with the bitter tears of someone abandoned and betrayed. This painful feeling is terrible.

I know Minh and his ex. They had been together for a very long time, love is like that, you can't just say forget and forget. Their love back then was considered the most beautiful student love in the school, the type of handsome man and beautiful woman. Now, both have their own happy families, I don't think they still have so many lingering feelings.

Letting my husband go to the reunion, I know for sure that they will meet again. But I cannot forbid my husband from going to the reunion just because of my very feminine and petty fear. I am civilized enough to understand that you cannot keep a man's heart by keeping him by your side. I also want my husband to understand one thing, I love him and absolutely trust him.

However, the text messages that just appeared on my husband’s phone screen revealed my worst fear. I had put my trust in the wrong person. The love, longing, and desire they had for each other was like a beautiful romance movie. In it, my husband played the male lead.

I was absent-mindedly forcing myself to regain my balance. I needed to be sober to prepare myself for the upcoming divorce. I thought, I should still return my husband to his love. He was never meant for me anyway. I accepted leaving empty-handed, just having a child was enough.

I have a job. I have a family, loving parents and most of all, I don't want to see his face anymore. I don't want to give my love and patience to this traitor. Goodbye!