Chapter 2 Snooping Through His Phone
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My touch made Eddy's movements pause abruptly, and he switched off the hairdryer after a hasty blast.
He scooped me up, and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist. The second I felt his d**k growing bigger, I couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Sweetheart, you're such a naughty girl," he breathed into my neck, his voice shaky.
"The doctor said no intimacy for three months, and it's only been two since you left the hospital," he murmured, kissing my ear.
"You're making it hard for me to hold back. But—"
Suddenly, he placed me back on the couch.
"For your well-being, and for our future child, I have to restrain myself."
With that, he playfully tapped on my nose, stood up, and grabbed a glass of milk from the coffee table.
"Here. Drink up and get some sleep."
His words were caring, his actions perfect, yet he still rejected me.
I didn't want to be suspicious, but doubts crept in. Was he truly resisting? We had more than one way to make him satisfied. Was he tired of me?
I downed the milk and retreated to our bedroom alone.
Eddy, a star fund manager, often worked late into the night, keeping tabs on global markets.
The milk was meant to relax me, but tonight, restlessness consumed me.
Those two messages gnawed at me, impossible to dismiss or digest.
Hours later, Eddy slipped into bed beside me.
I immediately turned and embraced him.
"Did I wake you, love?" he kissed me.
I murmured back, "Had a nightmare. Thank goodness you're here to chase the demons away. Let me sleep in your arms."
He kissed my forehead and held me close for a moment, whispering, "Breathe deep, relax, and let your mind go blank... Better?"
I nodded in the darkness.
He sighed, "You know you're irresistible. How can I keep myself away if I hug you to sleep? Let's try to be patient. Give me a month, and I promise it'll be worth the wait."
He patted my back, turned away, and soon, his soft snores filled the silence.
*****
Restless, I lay staring at the ceiling.
After about twenty minutes, I cautiously sat up.
His phone, just an arm's length away on the nightstand, seemed to beckon.
Internal debate raged within me. Finally, I silently got out of bed and moved across the room on the soft carpet, picking up his phone.
I thought I knew the password—it was supposed to be our anniversary, but it didn't work.
I tried my birthday, then his, but it was still wrong.
One more wrong attempt, and the phone could never be unlocked again.
Suddenly, I slapped my forehead. It seemed my intelligence had declined after my surgery. I could use his fingerprint to unlock it! Why was I still desperately trying to guess the password?
As I turned around, Eddy was still asleep, and his large hand dangled before me, sending a cold sweat down my back.
What if he suddenly woke up? How would I explain myself?
If he saw me with his phone, would he instantly realize that I had uncovered his affair? Would that spark a violent reaction, perhaps even lead him to strangle me and then stage my death as a suicide?
I shook my head, trying to dispel the uncontrollable thoughts that had plagued me since my miscarriage surgery—thoughts as unruly as my emotions.
Gently, I lifted his thumb and pressed it against the phone's scanner, holding my breath as it unlocked.
"Darling..."
Suddenly, Eddy mumbled something in his sleep, his hand swinging towards the other side of the body, nearly striking me.
I quickly sat down on the carpet, catching my breath for a moment before tiptoeing out of the bedroom like a cautious cat.
Crouched in a corner of the living room, I lit up the screen of his phone.
*****
The screensaver was a photo of us from five years ago, taken when we first fell in love. It had never been changed. The image showed us on a beach, radiating youthful love and brilliant smiles.
A pang of pain flickered through my heart, but I swiftly moved to open his messages.
The top chats read: Will Starry, his boss; Charlie Sandes, a colleague; and Black Widow—a nickname that made my pulse race.
This had to be her!
The latest text from her was a bombshell.
Black: I can't forget that night we spent together two years ago...
Rage boiled within me.
They had a fling two years ago? Right after we got married during what was supposed to be our honeymoon phase?
Trembling with anger, I scrolled further.
Her messages were a mix of seduction and pleas, while his replies were sweet nothings meant to reassure her, all while disparaging me, declaring his lack of love. He said he was just enduring our relationship.
Thinking of the tender moment before sleep, I scoffed tearfully, a bitter smile on my lips. Such a convincing performance... Was he not tired of this double life?
How could he endure being with me, someone he claimed not to love, yet still share my bed?
Disgusted, I read on. After I joyfully announced my pregnancy, he had texted her about how to handle the 'situation,' how to divorce me swiftly, and even how to secure most of my wealth. He had wished our child never existed!
Could it be true? Did Eddy secretly do something to stop our baby's heartbeat?
A chill swept over me as I read his last message to her.
Eddy: Don't worry. She won't be around much longer. Soon, we'll live the life we deserve.
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