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After I took a shower at night and just lay on the bed, Hector called. 

I answered the call, but there was silence on the other end. 

I thought it was a mistake and was about to hang up when I heard Hector’s voice. 

“Baby, your skin is tender and smooth. You’re so fragrant.” 

The girl coquettishly said, “Hector, compared to that old woman, who do you like more?” 

What followed was the sound of panting during a kiss. 

Hector’s voice was hoarse. “Darling, don’t mention her at a time like 

this.” 

“Hector, tonight, you are mine…” 

“Everything is for you. They are all yours.” 

The following conversation between them left me dumbfounded. 

Fortunately, I pressed the recording button when I heard Hector’s voice. 

It seemed that he wanted to show off to me. 

I found the ID of that Internet celebrity named Monica on a social platform. 

She updated frequently and had many fans. 

Her latest update was a slightly sexy short video. 

In the video, she held up her phone and took a selfie in front of the mirror with a satisfied expression. 

Behind her, a man embraced her slender waist and passionately kissed her neck. 

The man’s head was lowered, so his face couldn’t be seen, but I recognized his clothing and hairstyle at a glance. It was Hector. 

I didn’t feel too sad and even followed her account. 

The next day at work, I received a large bouquet of flowers ordered by 

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Hector. 

Shortly after, he called me. 

“Zoe, I met some difficulties on this business trip. I probably won’t be able to come back for a few days. Remember to miss me.” 

I didn’t respond and hung up the phone. 

I casually looked at Monica’s homepage and sure enough, she updated- her status early in the morning. 

It was a picture of a bunch of fresh flowers. 

And the caption said, “I hope that every morning when I open my eyes, I can see him and my favorite flowers.” 

Which woman didn’t love flowers? 

When Hector was pursuing me, he would send me a bouquet every day. 

Later, when we got together, I asked him to save some money, so he restrained himself a bit and only sent me flowers on special days or when he made me angry. 

A colleague couldn’t have enough of this bouquet and said, “Zoe, I envy you so much for having such a romantic husband.” 

I smiled and said, “Do you like it? I’ll give it to you.” 

I didn’t care about such a hypocritical love.