Love's Farewell: Never Turning Back

I have married Alan Winston for eight years, and Bailey Yeager has been in love with him for eight years.

The person Alan hated the most was Bailey.

He always complained to me, "Bailey is so ugly. Why is she so shameless? If it weren't for my colleague's sake, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to her."

But Alan slowly stopped mentioning her often.

However, his messages were filled with many cute emojis.

Alan had dinner with me on the night before our anniversary, and his phone kept ringing for a long time.

He explained, "This customer service staff is so annoying. It's our wedding anniversary tomorrow, and I bought you a gift."

I asked what the gift was. But he hid his phone, saying it was a surprise.

At night, while Alan was asleep, I couldn't help but unlock his phone to find the surprise.

But I discovered his latest purchase record, which was a set of sexy lingerie - not in my size.

The consignee is Bailey.

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"Honey, the anniversary gift has arrived. Open it!"

Alan handed me a beautiful gift box with full of anticipation on his face.

...

I took it and opened it calmly. And what I saw was a white branded handbag.

I stood still in shock.

We saw this handbag when we were shopping together two weeks ago.

Alan remembered it because I looked at it a few more times.

I had no expression. Alan asked me tentatively, "What's wrong, Donna? Don't you like it?"

I looked up and asked him, "Is there nothing else?"

Alan's eyes were clean and pure, just like the first time I met him.

The friends around always teased that a man's prime time was short.

As time went by, the young man gradually became greasy, and fat, and even grew a beer belly.

But Alan was different.

He was still tall and strong, with a good sense of fashion.

He could attract many girls' attention whenever he walked on the street, like a male god.

When Alan heard this question, his smile was bright and brilliant.

"How do you know I have prepared something else?"

He took out a large bunch of roses from behind and handed it to me.

"Honey, happy eighth anniversary!"

That bouquet of roses was dazzling, but my eyes dimmed.

I might have believed that at this moment if I didn't check Alan's phone last night. He was so sincere and affectionate, with only me in his heart.

But I saw it.

I saw the latest purchase record. I saw that set of sexy lingerie

He bought it for Bailey himself.

I also saw the message he sent to Bailey, "Wear this set for me the day after tomorrow."

His phone kept ringing during the dinner yesterday. It wasn't some annoying customer service. stuff

It was Bailey sending him an invitation to book a room.

The latest reply was, "Okay, but I can only accompany you for two hours."