I watched as the room became quiet, and my eyes focused on Byron's screen where the girl was still playfully cuddling him. I ignored it and asked the colleague to continue. If this had happened at another time, I would have probably snapped and confronted Byron, but today, I was calm. After all, Byron never let me, his wife, touch his computer. The way the girl was interacting with it seemed so familiar, and their closeness was undeniable. I had never seen him like this before. Every time I tried to be affectionate with him, he would coldly push me away, saying, "Lydia, don't you have your own things to do? We're adults. Just don't do this." Even when I wanted to use his computer, he would immediately take it away, saying he didn't like anyone touching it. As the meeting continued, my mind kept returning to these thoughts until Byron called me and asked, "Did you see what happened just now?" I replied, my tone calm, "See what? I don't have time to pay attention to things that aren't work-related." I could almost hear him sigh with relief on the other end of the line. Then, I added, "Did you do anything?" He quickly explained himself, and after listening, I nodded and hung up the phone. For the first time, I didn't argue with him.