My wife and I share our location.

One day, her location showed her at a hotel in the west of the city.
She said she was having afternoon tea with her close friend.
I said that the hotel’s top floor was the presidential suite.
She sent me a selfie, and the guest room logo was printed on her cup.
That evening, when she came back, I said: I saw you in the lobby.
You got into the elevator and pressed the top floor.
In the hallway, I heard you talking to a man.
Her face went white: That’s my ex-boyfriend.
We didn’t do anything.
I said I know.
I asked him where he was staying. She said, hmm.
Then she gave him 5,000 yuan.
She asked: Are you angry?
I said I’m not. Because I also saw my ex-girlfriend at the hotel—
when you were away on a business trip last month.
She froze.
I said she asked me to borrow money, and I didn’t lend it.
Then why didn’t you tell me?
Because you didn’t tell me either.
Silence.
Later, we went to that hotel to book a room and chatted all night.
She said: Let’s get a divorce.
I said: Okay.
You won’t try to keep it? Keep it, and then what—spying on each other for a lifetime?
She cried.
We didn’t get divorced.
Now the location sharing is turned off.
I don’t ask where she goes, and she doesn’t ask where I go.
We’re actually doing even better.
Trust isn’t something you uncover—it’s something you give.
But not everyone gets a second chance.