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The day I got my husband’s diagnosis report, he installed a camera in our bedroom out of the blue.
That night, I heard him promising over the phone.
“I won’t touch her again. I gave you the access to the camera. Feel free to check it. I’m doing this for you, my love.”
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He said those words with all the sincerity in the world. Even his
face flushed.
Later on, I silently fed the diagnosis report into the shredder.
He wanna stay loyal to another woman, huh?
Then he should keep his word and do so.
When the letters “ALS” on Winston’s diagnosis report caught my eye, I almost lost my balance.
Three months ago, Winston fell while climbing and got injured.
During his hospital stay, I specifically asked the doctor for a full check–up to make sure he was alright, but I never expected such a result.
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“There’s no cure for ALS. Your husband can only take the
medicine to slow the progression,” The doctor informed me, looking at me with sympathy.
Winston had just hit his early thirties.
He was a handsome, energetic and successful lawyer.
As a renowned divorce lawyer in the country, he was sharp, decisive, calm, and rational. In private, he led a simple and disciplined life, enjoyed working out and climbing, and valued living well.
The thought of someone like him becoming disabled in the future was simply unbearable.
Sitting by the street, watching the bustling crowd, I stood up slowly after a long while.
I’d made up my mind.
As husband and wife, we should face everything together. No matter how he would turn out in the future, I’d face it with him. along with our son.
By the time I got home, it was already dark.
My son Abbott was quietly playing chess in his room. He reached a 5–dan level at the age of seven and was once interviewed by a TV station as a “prodigy.”
“Have you eaten?” I adjusted my mood and gently asked him.
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“I did. The nanny made pork rib and soup today.”
He didn’t look at me, just focused on the board.
“What about Dad?”
“Went for a run.”
Abbott had never been much of a talker. His words were always
concise.
He took after us.
Two hours later, as I was leaning on the bed, hesitating about telling Winston about the illness, he came back.
Dressed in black sportswear, he looked confident, sharp, and capable.
I immediately got a bit anxious. “It’s cold outside. Why are you wearing so little?”
The doctor mentioned one important thing today: ALS patients generated less heat due to muscle atrophy and must avoid the cold, or it would worsen the condition faster.
Winston, expressionless, said calmly, “This is how I dress for running.”
He then opened the box in his hand, took out a camera, and placed it on the opposite cabinet to adjust it.
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The camera faced our bed.
I was a bit puzzled.
“What’s with the camera?” I asked.
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“There have been thefts nearby. It’s safer to have surveillance.”
“Aren’t you afraid of our privacy being exposed?” I hesitated and asked.
After all, Winston cared much about his own privacy.
He glanced at me and sneered, “Privacy? Who would be interested in our privacy?”
Mixed feelings welled up inside me, and I didn’t want to argue
with him.
That night in bed, he had his back to me. He was so far away, clear too exhausted for a late–night chitchat.
I secretly sighed.
He just wrapped up a high–profile celebrity divorce case. Now that the case was closed, I should let him relax for a bit.
In the middle of the night, I woke up suddenly, feeling unsettled.
And Winston was nowhere to be found.
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Somehow, I felt a bit panicked, so I got up to look for him.
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On the balcony, he was in thin pajamas, talking on the phone in the night breeze.
I quickly grabbed a coat and walked over.
“I won’t touch her again…”
A soft voice came through, and I paused.
“I’ve given you the access to the camera. Feel free to check it. I’m doing this for you, my love.”
Through the glass, I stared at Winston in a daze.
His usually cold and indifferent face was now filled with joy.
Looking at his flushed face, I slowly deciphered his words.
For a moment, I didn’t recognize the man in front of me.
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