My Undercover Husband

After Edward's undercover work ended, it felt like he had become a different person. He would often stare blankly out of the window, with sadness and melancholy in his eyes. He no longer lifted our daughter up and twirled her around, calling her "baby." He stopped bringing flowers home after work, and he even avoided my affectionate gestures.

Later, on the day our daughter Doris was hit by a car, I saw him tenderly kissing another woman in the rain.

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I was in a meeting when I received the news about Doris's accident. When I heard the words “died on the spot,” I froze.