Song Huaiqi.

Dinner was just served when my husband, Stephen's, phone rang. He glanced at me furtively. Without lifting my head, I calmly said, "Put it on speaker." As soon as he pressed the speaker button, a woman's sobs filled the living room. "Steve... can you come help me? The water pipe burst at home, and it's flooding everywhere. Someone from downstairs is coming up with a knife to yell at me... I really don't know what to do." She was Yazmin, the widow of Stephen's brother. Last year, Stephen's brother, Zac, passed away unexpectedly, leaving behind Yazmin and their daughter, Teresa, to rely on each other for survival. "Don't open the door! Hold Teresa and hide in a safe place! I'll be right there!" Before the call ended, Stephen had already rushed to the entrance to put on his shoes, preparing to leAva. I quickly blocked the door. "A water leak isn't a big deal; can't we just hAva the property management take a look?" "Besides, it's pouring rain outside. You shouldn't go." To my surprise, he forcefully brushed my hand away. Insistently, he said, "Olivia, you know, she can't do anything on her own. It's not easy for them. Don't make a fuss!" Watching Stephen's hurried departure, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. This was the third time this month. The first time was a power outage. The second time was to fix the refrigerator. Ever since Stephen's brother passed away, he has been constantly looking after their lives. At first, I supported his actions. After all, not everyone can bear the pain of losing a husband. But later, I watched as they became more and more outrageous. Stephen not only gAva gifts on holidays but also became a handyman available 24/7. Even in the middle of the night, during thunder and lightning, Yazmin would call for comfort. And today, on Valentine's Day, Stephen, fearing they would be lonely, left me to accompany them, under the guise of "their lives are very difficult without Zac." And today, coincidentally, is our third wedding anniversary. One moment, Stephen just posted a photo of our anniversary on his social media. The next moment, Yazmin's call came through. I frowned; it was too much of a coincidence. When I checked the social media again, I found that Yazmin had posted shortly after. "Rushing through mountains and seas, for me (naughty)" with a photo of a man rushing downstairs in the rain. Our mutual friends left comforting messages under her post. "Don't be sad, Zac will be watching you from heAvan." "If there's any difficulty, be sure to speak out, don't bear it alone." "When you miss Zac, we are all by your side (hug)." "..." Looking at the photo, my heart couldn't help but twitch. The face in the photo was unclear. Everyone thought Yazmin was sad at night and posted a photo of Zac when he was alive. But only I knew that the person in the photo was Stephen. Without thinking much, I immediately went downstairs, got in my car, and rushed to Yazmin's place. I knocked on the door for a long time before anyone heard. As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of perfume filled the air. Yazmin, seeing it was me, had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. "Oh, it's Olivia. Are you here to find Steve? He's still fixing the water pipe for me; he might not be able to go back with you yet." After speaking, she brushed her hair by her temple, slyly smiling. "I'm really sorry, you know, he's always so attentive to us ..." I didn't say a word, only casting my gaze on her, a surge of anger rising within me. She was wearing a fiery low-cut nightgown, revealing everything with just a slight bow of her head. With the water pipe burst, the wet fabric clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. Whether intentional or not, she was presenting herself like this in front of Stephen. Seeming to notice my gaze, Yazmin feigned a shy scream. "Ah!" She covered her chest with both hands, guarding as if I were the Alien. Hearing her scream, Stephen rushed out of the living room. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Yazmin hugged herself and hid behind Stephen, her face flushed, saying nothing. Stephen turned his head and saw me, "Olivia? Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me at home?" I gAva a mirthless smile, looking at Yazmin. "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't know how you two interact." "To some, it looks like fixing a pipe; to others, it looks like a romantic rendezvous." Yazmin's eyes reddened instantly, tears welling up. "Olivia, how can you speak so harshly? It's fine for me to dress like this in my own home, right?" Hearing this, Stephen immediately stood up for her. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just here to help. Olivia, I know you're upset for being left behind, but it's not easy for them. Can't you be more generous?" Stephen clenched my hand tightly, his brows furrowed. "I don't hAva the sordid thoughts you attribute to me! Olivia, don't make it hard for her." I forcefully shook off Stephen's hand. Then, I slapped a business card on the door. Turning to Yazmin, I deliberately raised my voice. "Honey, if you hAva any more issues like burst pipes, broken refrigerators, or charging problems, I suggest you call the number on the card. They are professional repairs; my husband is just an amateur." "But if it's thunder or cockroaches and spiders that scare you, don't call my husband in the middle of the night. Call me; I'm not afraid. I can handle anything." Including mistresses.