The Belated Truth

The Me Cuckolded

The countless time I shared a bed with my girlfriend, she wouldn't let me touch her, making it hard for me to sleep and causing me to have insomnia.

At two thirty in the morning, her phone, which was charging, suddenly lit up twice:

[Wifey, are you asleep?]

[Hey, it looks like the baby has a fever!"]

When I saw the message, I was stunned.

First of all, Lia Fraser and I had been dating for almost a year and were about to discuss marriage. How did she end up becoming someone else's wifey?

Secondly, the baby? Fever?

Was this self-proclaimed or a real baby?

I felt like being cheated upon.

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Another picture message was sent.

My heart felt like it was scratched by a cat's claw.

Turning to look at Lia, who was sleeping soundly, I quietly unplugged the data cable, took her phone, and went to the hotel balcony.

I tried to figure out Lia's phone password.

Her birthday, my birthday, our anniversary... none of them worked.

"Wrong password, system will be locked for 10 minutes."

The cigarette butt in my fingers was burning, and it was only then that I realized I had to drop the cigarette.

At this moment, another message came.

"Wifey? What should I do? Urgent!"

I was also in a hurry!

I was eager to know who the cheating man on the other end of the phone was.

My heart was torn between being cheated on and being the third party.

Just when I couldn't help but want to wake Lia up and ask her clearly, the phone rang.

The incoming call showed a string of unfamiliar numbers.

Holding the phone was hotter than the cigarette butt, my hand trembling, hesitating whether to slide to the answer button.

The call abruptly stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I stared blankly at the full screen of picture messages and missed calls, my restless hair almost being pulled out.

The person on the other end seemed persistent. As I put Lia's phone back in place, the phone rang again.

Still that string of unfamiliar numbers.

My head buzzed, feeling a strong surge of blood.