Actually... Michael had sensed this kind of thing for a long time.
His wife was several years younger than him, and at the time, his exceptional job and status easily captured the heart of a young girl.
Everyone yearns for a privileged life; perhaps this is somewhat inappropriate to say, but it is the truth.
Michael was indeed much older than the girl, but he had a stable job, more income, and higher social status, and the girl, who had only been in society for two years and was battered and bruised, quickly surrendered her heart.
Every time she saw those classmates or former colleagues still cramped in those little decrepit apartments in Lower City, spending only a few tens a month or paying rent with their bodies, confused about the future.
She was already in a bright room, lying on the sofa, painting her toenails with nail polish that others envied to the point of clenching their teeth but still couldn't afford.
