My neighbor messaged me, telling me to keep my windows closed when I’m busy. Their kids are still young. It took me a while to understand what he meant. My heart sank. I’ve been away on a business trip these past few days. Only my wife has been at home. Back at the hotel, I tried to calm myself down. Could my wife be… The more I thought about it, the worse scenarios I imagined. Impossible. Sarah and I have only been married for two years. I’ve always treated her well. I haven’t let her work since we got married. I transfer $2,000 to her card every month for living expenses without fail. I opened our WhatsApp chat. The last messages were us saying goodnight to each other yesterday. I wanted to say something but didn’t know how to start. I clutched my phone tightly for a while, thinking. Then I opened a food delivery app, changed the delivery address to our home, and ordered a meal. After a driver accepted the order, I immediately called him. I told the driver to say he delivered to the wrong address when he arrived. Then I asked if he could check how many people were in the house, and if possible, secretly take a photo. The driver refused at first, but when I offered to pay him $200 and let him keep the food, he agreed readily. I added the driver on WhatsApp and promptly transferred him $200. About half an hour later, the driver sent me a photo taken from an odd angle. The photo was blurry, but I could still make out that it was my house. I looked closely and could definitely recognize my wife Sarah. There was a strange man standing next to her, but I couldn’t see his face clearly. Even though I had mentally prepared myself, seeing the photo still made my blood run cold. In the photo, the man was wearing the blue pajamas Sarah had bought for me. I sat on the hotel sofa, my whole body shaking.
Sarah and I met through a mutual friend. Mainly because my family was pressuring me to get married, and Sarah seemed like a good match overall. I already had a house and a car. Her family was satisfied with me too. So we got married pretty quickly. After the wedding, I didn’t let her continue working. I own a company myself, so I could easily support our family on my own. Thinking about how I paid $188,000 in bride price to marry her, only for her to use my money to betray me in the house I bought for $10,000 per square meter, made me shake with anger. The most important thing now was to find out who this man was and when their affair started. After calming down, I sent Sarah a WhatsApp message. I told her I had some unexpected meetings here and would be away for a few more days. The goal was to make her let her guard down. Then I immediately booked a flight back. When I returned, I went straight to my childhood friend Mark’s place. Mark is a rich playboy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day. He never works. After returning from studying abroad, he never cared about his family’s business. His dad lectured him once, which sparked his entrepreneurial spirit. As a result, he lost several million dollars in just six months. I can’t help but suspect he did it on purpose. Since then, his family never mentioned work to him again. They just give him money on schedule to let him live extravagantly. When I found Mark, he was sunbathing on his large balcony. I didn’t tell him why I came. I just asked to stay at his place for a few days. We’ve been close since childhood, so he never questions what I do. After dropping off my things, I secretly took a taxi back to my neighborhood. I didn’t go upstairs. I went to the underground parking lot first. I checked the dashcams in each of my cars one by one. Sure enough, I found something suspicious in one of the cars. Their conversation made my blood boil again when I heard it. The two of them were flirting in my car. I never imagined the Sarah who acted cute and innocent in front of me could be so flirtatious with another man. I didn’t have time to be angry. I quickly made a copy of the footage. Then I went to the security room of the complex. Old Lee in the security room knows me well. As soon as I walked in, I saw Old Lee dozing off inside. “Sleeping on the job, eh, Old Lee?” I teased. He smiled and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. “Haha, the construction site next to my house was too noisy last night. Didn’t sleep well.” “What brings you here, Mr. Johnson? Don’t usually see you in this little place.” I took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to him. “I found a scratch on my car today, but I’m not sure when it happened. I wanted to check the footage to see which day it got scratched so I can file an insurance claim.” He exchanged pleasantries with me before accepting the cigarettes. “Alright, take your time looking. I’ll go have a smoke to wake myself up.” I quickly scanned through the footage. Sure enough, on the evening I left for my business trip, that man clearly entered my home. The security camera captured his face clearly this time. While Old Lee was still away, I quickly took some photos with my phone and left.
Back at Mark’s place, he had gone out. I sat on the balcony, trying to recall the man’s face from my phone. After a while, I was certain I had never seen him before. If I had met him before, I would definitely remember. But this face was completely unfamiliar. After smoking half a pack of cigarettes on the balcony, I took out my phone and made a reservation at a restaurant. Then I sent Sarah a WhatsApp message telling her I found a great restaurant while on my business trip. I wanted her to try it, so I made a reservation for two people. I told her she could bring a friend to check it out. Sarah quickly replied with a cute emoji, saying “Thank you, honey.” I used to find it adorable. Now I just felt disgusted. As the time approached, I went to the restaurant first and found a seat in the corner. Soon after, Sarah arrived with her boyfriend. They walked in holding hands, like a couple in love. At that moment, I felt like a clown, hiding in the corner afraid to make a sound. During the meal, they took sweet photos together and fed each other food. After taking some clear photos, I slunk out through the side door. The photos I had now were enough to kick her out of my house. But reason told me I couldn’t handle this so simply. Back at Mark’s place, he still wasn’t home. He had probably gone to a bar again. I sat on the couch looking at the photos I had just taken, thinking about my next move. Suddenly, Mark appeared behind me. “Bro, what’s wrong? Why the long face?” I was startled. “Shit, you scared me. Didn’t you go out?” “Nah, I was feeling sleepy this afternoon so I took a nap. Didn’t expect it to be dark when I woke up.” “Let me take a shower, then we’ll go grab a late night snack.” I was feeling pretty troubled, so I agreed. We went to the barbecue stand we used to frequent when we were in school. After sitting down, Mark started asking me, “Did something happen? You’re not going home, hiding out at my place.” I originally didn’t plan to tell him, but I figured he’d find out sooner or later anyway, so I just spilled everything. “Fuck! You treated her so well, and she still betrayed you!” His voice rose several decibels when he heard the story. “If there’s anything I can do to help, just say the word, bro.” “Actually, there is.” I took out my phone and sent him the man’s photo. “You’ve got connections. Help me look into this guy. Just investigate, don’t do anything else.” “Leave it to me, I’ve got this.” He patted his chest, assuring me.
The next day, I slept until noon at Mark’s place. As soon as I woke up, I received a WhatsApp message from him. He told me he had found information on the guy I asked about, then sent me a document. All of the man’s information had been dug up. I spent a few minutes reading the document Mark sent me. After finishing, a chill ran down my spine. The guy’s name is Luke. He’s from the same hometown as Sarah. They were even high school classmates and dated for a while in college. That was just two years before we got married. So is this an old flame rekindled? The more I thought about it, the sicker I felt. Her family had taken so much money from me over the years. Sarah acted all cute and innocent in front of me, but stabbed me in the back. Counting the days, it was about time for me to return home. I sent Sarah a WhatsApp message in advance, giving her enough time to get her old flame out of my house. “You must be tired after these days away, honey.” Sarah pounced on me as soon as I got home. I felt disgusted and stepped back. “Sarah, the shower in my hotel was broken yesterday. I haven’t bathed and I smell. ” “That’s okay, honey. Go take a shower first. I’ll take care of your things.” She smiled and took my luggage from me. In the past, I would have felt so blessed to have such a cute and sweet wife to heal me after a tiring day at work. I never imagined she was so wild behind my back. After showering, I sat on the couch dealing with company matters from the past few days. She bounced over and sat next to me, holding my arm. “Honey, I’ve had my eye on a bag recently, but it’s a bit pricey,” she said in a coquettish tone by my ear. “That’s fine, buy it,” I said without looking at her. “But wait until next month. I’ve put my money into the company for now. I’ll buy it for you when the project payment comes in next month.” “Okay, thank you honey. You’re the best.” She happily kissed me on the cheek and went back to the bedroom to watch her TV shows. As soon as she left, I rushed to the bathroom to wash my face. Damn, how unlucky. She came out again after a while. “Honey, when are you coming to bed?” “You go to sleep first. I still have a lot of company documents to review. I’ll come to bed when I’m done.” Looking at her drowsy appearance, I guessed the sleep-inducing aromatherapy Mark gave me was working. Mark had given it to me before I left today, telling me to use it to check Sarah’s phone. I told him Sarah usually keeps her phone under her pillow, so it’s hard to get. He then pulled out an aromatherapy diffuser, saying it helps with sleep. Put it by the bed at night and she’ll sleep like the dead. [Breakpoint]
This stuff really worked. To be safe, I waited another hour. When I entered the bedroom, Sarah was sound asleep. I called her name twice but she didn’t respond, just rolled over. I quickly grabbed her phone. I tried several passwords but couldn’t unlock it. I never thought much about it before. I just believed couples should trust each other. Besides, she doesn’t work, so there’s no chance of an office romance. So her phone doesn’t have my face ID or fingerprint, and I never asked about her password. I thought for a long time but still couldn’t unlock it. Her birthday, our wedding anniversary, even my birthday – none of them worked. At this point, I suddenly felt ridiculous. I’m just an ATM to her. How could she possibly use my birthday as her phone password? Suddenly I thought of her lover. I found the document Mark sent me, which had that man’s birth date. With trepidation, I entered the numbers one by one into the phone. To my surprise, it unlocked. Although I was annoyed, now wasn’t the time for revenge. I stood there scrolling through it for a long time, but strangely found nothing. From her WhatsApp contacts to other social media apps like Facebook and Instagram, I didn’t find any suspicious friends or chat content. Impossible. They must be in contact somehow. There can’t be no trace at all. I started to feel dazed. I began to doubt the reality of Sarah’s betrayal that I had discovered. I specifically went back to check the photos I had taken earlier. That was definitely Sarah and her old flame Luke. And I’m certain she only has this one phone. She usually sells her old phones on secondhand platforms when she gets a new one. I was very confused. They must have some way of communicating, I just haven’t found it. I couldn’t find any messages on the phone. Apart from the unlock password, I found nothing else. I had no choice but to put the phone back in its original position. As I got up, I inadvertently glanced at the tablet beside the bed. This was a tablet I had specifically bought for her to watch TV shows. Could it be on here? I picked up the tablet with a glimmer of hope, but gave up as soon as I touched it. The tablet wasn’t even locked. Apart from TV streaming apps, there was nothing on it. Feeling dejected, I put the tablet back in its place. I went out to the balcony and smoked half a pack of cigarettes, still unable to figure out what was going on.
The next day, I went back to the company to briefly handle some business matters, then went to find Mark. “Did you find anything?” he asked curiously. “Nothing at all. Apart from the phone unlock password being that guy’s birthday, I found nothing.” “Could she have deleted the chat history?” “Probably not. Even if she deleted the chat history, there should be some trace left, right?” “Forget it, bro. I say, just use those photos to confront that woman. She’ll have no defense for a divorce. Then I’ll find some guys to teach that man a lesson.” Mark picked up his phone, ready to start rallying people. “Let me see where this guy works. I’ll have people go ambush him.” “Don’t be so hasty.” I glanced at him, suddenly having some questions I wanted to ask. “I heard you used to date several girls at once in college. How did you manage that?” “Back then I had several phones. Some phones could even create virtual numbers. It was impossible to discover.” He bragged to me proudly. “Virtual numbers?” This phrase caught my attention. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head. “Oh right, if she’s using an Android phone, it’s possible she’s using a virtual number.”
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