The Last Light in the Dark

Seven years into our marriage, my husband, Lucas Thorne, is hailed as a legendary astronomer in the field of astronomy. It is no secret that he absolutely adores me, his wife.

He always keeps a polite, distant demeanor with those around him.

Even when his new assistant, Serena Cox, asks for his number, he coldly turns her down.

In the year he proposed to me, he named a star "LAW", which was an acronym for "Lucas Adores Wilma".

Since then, every asteroid he discovers is named with initials that hold a special significance only the two of us know.

To others, they might just be scientific achievements. But to me, they are unspoken love letters.

This goes on until this morning, when I stumble upon an unfamiliar phone. I unlock it easily with my middle name, thinking it's yet another quiet gesture of his love.

But to my horror, I find a string of explicit messages between him and another woman.

The person who was at the receiving end of those messages was none other than… Serena, his assistant.

I quietly slipped the phone back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

Just as I smoothed out the fabric, my husband, Lucas Thorne, walked over groggily. He gently wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Wilma, you already picked out my outfit?" he asked sleepily.

I nodded, and he smiled. His eyes were full of tenderness as he said softly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know how to take care of myself."

I forced a faint smile, though a strange ache welled up in my chest.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the suit jacket in my hands. His expression tightened, and he hastily said, "I don't feel like wearing this one today. Put it back."

I paused for a moment and stared at him. Then, I returned the suit to the hanger.

He exhaled silently, clearly relieved. Sensing my silence, he turned to look at me with concern.

"What's wrong? You don't look so good," he remarked.

I shook my head gently and replied, "It's nothing. I didn't sleep well last night."

"Then maybe I shouldn't go to that salon event today?"

His hand slid down and softly clasped mine. He looked at me seriously. "I can stay home with you and take a rest for a change."

"I... I'm fine. Go on ahead," I said, managing a slight smile to hide the complicated emotions my eyes might give away.

Lucas lowered his head and kissed the top of my head.

In a tone that was full of utter trust and reliance, he said appreciatively, "Wilma, I really don't know what I'd do without you."

As I watched him leave, my thoughts drifted back to our past seven years together.

Lucas had always been distant with other people. His demeanor was polite but cold. If I hadn't seen those messages on his phone today, I never would have imagined this other side