I came home from a business trip early and without warning, I just walked into my house…

I arrived home early from a business trip without warning, and as soon as I walked in, I was stunned. I saw shoes, skirts, and shirts stretched out at the bedroom door. Calmly, I opened the door and turned on the light. I was in the secretary’s office, and my husband and I were sitting at the table, composting. The secretary burped, spit up, and rubbed her face. I immediately did something that left them both speechless.

I arrived early from a business trip without warning, and as soon as I arrived, I was stunned. Strange nude heels, a business dress hastily tucked into the arm of the chair, a man’s belt coiled under the foot of the table, stretched like a line leading to the half-open bedroom door. I felt like someone was drowning. It was my husband’s bedroom and mine, the place I had never considered the most peaceful in my life.

My name is Ngoc, I’m 33 years old, and I’m a senior accountant at an import-export company. My husband, Thanh, is 37 and a sales director for a large corporation. We’ve been married for seven years and have a five-year-old daughter, whom my grandmother has recently sent to help, as I’m on a two-week business trip to the central region.

I love my husband. And more than love, it’s trust. Thanh is a mature person, knows how to take care of his children, and often says words that seem profound:

“Men can go out and find anything, but what prevents them from staying is this house.”

I used to be proud of him, thinking I was a lucky woman. But everything changed one Friday afternoon.

The business trip ended early because my partner canceled the meeting at the last minute. I decided not to give my husband advance notice, partly because I wanted to surprise him, and partly because I missed home.

When I arrived at the apartment at 4 p.m., I didn’t knock; I had my own key. The door opened, and the house fell silent. No television, no music. Only one thing gave me the creeps: the strange smell of a woman’s perfume and the laughter I heard through the crack in the bedroom door.

I entered, as if controlled by a force. I didn’t knock or knock. I simply gently opened the bedroom door, and the hallway light flickered dimly. I turned on the light.

And there, incredibly, my husband, naked, and his secretary, Vy, were embracing.

Vy, panicking, yanked the towel hastily, screamed, and collapsed on the floor when she saw me standing there, as if petrified. And Cheng? She freaked out and screamed:

Ngoc! When are you coming back? Listen to your explanation!

I don’t scream, I don’t cry. I went to the closet, opened the drawer, took out a box—the gift box I was going to give her for their wedding anniversary next week—and threw it against the wall, near the bed. Smashed.

An explanation? In my bed?

Vy trembled and stuttered:

“Sister… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… we’re just…”

I cut through: