My Husband Doesn't Know I Can See Again

Catching Betrayal Red-Handed

I scanned my surroundings. It was quiet. Of course, the occupants were already asleep at this hour. Except for those behind this room. The sound of their moans grew louder, igniting anger in my heart. My hands trembled, halting the motion of opening the door handle. I wiped away the tears that fell, holding back the ache in my heart. I mustn't cry; I have to be strong.

'Don't be weak, Delia. Your tears aren't worth it for them.'

I turned around and headed upstairs. To my room. Once there, I grabbed an important, small, flat rectangular object. Then quickly went back downstairs.

Downstairs, right in front of this room, I calmed my racing heart from the light jog. I was still panting, my breath not yet steady.

The activity inside was still audible. That's good. There's something I need to do. My hands were still trembling as I moved the door handle. Slowly, as slowly as possible, I tried to open it.

Click.

Creaaak ….

Oh no, it made a sound. The creak of this door is indeed loud when opened. I had to be ready in case I got caught. At the very least, I needed to prepare a pretext for acting. I positioned myself in such a way in case they would realize I was at the door.

I waited a few seconds, safe. That disgusting sound still echoed. Perhaps they were too engrossed to realize someone was peeking at their actions.

I peeked slightly. My eyes burned seeing it, but I had to be strong. I slipped the flat object near the door leaf, directing the phone camera right at the bed. Luckily, the angle I got was perfect. It clearly recorded what they were doing into this digital device. Only nineteen seconds. I couldn't bear to record until the scene was over. It was too heated and disgusting. I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. How could they dare to commit such indecency in my house?

I think this recording is enough as evidence of their affair. It could also be used against Harry in the divorce trial later. He won't be able to deny it.

I didn't close the door tightly; afraid it would make a sound. But if I left just like that with the door like this, they would surely suspect someone had opened it earlier. The problem was, I was lucky earlier because they didn't hear, but not for a second time. Thinking hard. Suddenly, I smiled after coming up with a brilliant idea. Alright, Delia, let's act for a moment. At the same time, stop their indecency in this room.

"Harry!" I deliberately opened the door loudly while calling his name.

Harry and Lyka were startled and scrambled to cover their sensitive areas.

"Delia! Y-you?" Harry quickly got up, putting on his underwear, then approached me. Meanwhile, Lyka immediately covered her entire body with a blanket. She remained silent, not moving. Perhaps afraid of being caught.

My hand in the air, pretending to reach for something. "Harry," I called out, still pretending to search for him.

Then he grabbed my hand. "I-it's me. W-why are you here?" he asked, stammering.

"Harry, I'm scared. I had a nightmare. In my dream, you were wrestling with another woman in this room. That's why I quickly came down and entered here. Turns out it's true," I explained, forcing my eyes to shed tears.

"T-true? What—what do you mean?" His face paled hearing my words just now.

"You're here. So, my dream is true, right? Who are you with here? With Lyka, right? Lyka... Lyka, where are you?" My hands moved freely in the air, searching for her presence.

"Lyka?" Harry muttered in panic. He glanced towards Lyka, who was on the bed. Lyka signaled by placing her finger over her lips.

"Yes, in my dream, you were with Lyka," I quickly replied.

"No, Del, there was no Lyka, you were just dreaming," he denied while forcibly pulling my hand. But I pushed him away roughly.

I approached the bed, feeling around where Lyka was. My hand moved closer to her body, almost touching her, but she rolled over and fell to the floor, trying to avoid my touch.

There was a loud thud.

"What was that sound?" I asked. I tried hard to hold back laughter and keep a straight face because I saw how Lyka fell. It was amusing to watch. Amazingly, she managed to stay silent, even though her face was grimacing in pain.

"Sound? Oh, that was me who fell, Darling," said Harry. He tried to help Lyka up and managed to guide her out of the room without any clothes on. Of course, I had pulled away the blanket that had wrapped around her body while pretending to search for her. How could she possibly take it back from my reach?

"You fell, how come? The sound came from over there, while you are here," I accused, pretending not to believe.

"You misheard. It was I who fell. Really," he insisted. I fell silent, pretending to think.

"Never mind, Darling. Forget it. It's not possible. Lyka has already gone home. After finishing work earlier, she went straight home. I was alone here because you locked our room. I couldn't get in, so I just slept here."

"Really? Why did I hear that sound clearly in this room?"

"Maybe your dream carried over into reality. You're wrong for thinking negatively about your own husband. That's not good, Darling. Especially accusing me of having an affair with Lyka; that will never happen. If she knew, she'd be disappointed to be accused like that by you. How could it be? Besides, we're just coworkers, and Lyka is your close friend, right? It makes me sad to hear that."

"Sorry, I'm glad it was just a dream. Sorry for waking you up. The dream felt so real. I was scared. You promise, right, that you'll never betray or cheat behind my back? Especially with me in this condition." I said, bowing with a sad face.

"No, Darling, I won't," he promised, pulling me into his embrace.

I resisted, roughly pushing him away. Harry was startled.

"Your body is wet. It doesn't smell good either. And you're not wearing any clothes. What's wrong with you? Sweating like that? Are you hot? Isn't it cold here? The AC is on, right?" I said that deliberately because I was disgusted by his touch. It wasn't just sweat covering him; surely there was other liquid too.

"Uh... um... well, I’m feeling hot," he said, scratching his head. But his excuse didn't make sense.

"Alright, you'd better go shower. Cool off. Use a lot of soap; your body odor isn't pleasant."

"Yes," Harry said resignedly.

Harry left the room first. I was still there, standing still, looking at the scene inside. The bed was a mess, and the clothes scattered on the floor showed how intense their battle had been.

My chest felt tight. 'How long have you been sinning in this house?'

Thud!

Someone bumped into me. Harry?

"Harry, is that you?" I asked, trying to reach for him.

Unfortunately, he sidestepped to avoid me.

"Y-yeah, it's me. I left something behind," he replied. He picked up Lyka's clothes from the floor.

"What did you leave behind?"

"Oh, that. Nothing. I meant I forgot to bring you upstairs. I forgot I was supposed to guide you up," he said full of lies.

"No need. My cane is right outside the room. I can walk by myself. Six months in darkness have forced me to become independent. My hearing has also become more sensitive. So, any sound, especially strange ones, reaches my ears clearly."

I watched Harry swallow hard. "Oh, y-yes. In that case, I'll head out first. I'm feeling hot and sweaty," he said while hiding Lyka's clothes behind his back. I just nodded while smiling as sweetly as possible.

Just wait, I've already got one piece of evidence. If I expose this disgusting video now, damn, both your careers will be ruined. Especially yours

But not yet. Not now, later. There's something more important I need to do first. Just wait, this war is only beginning.