Chapter 2 — Returning from Life, I Calmly Watched My Husband Cheating

2

It was late at night, Truong Duong was already fast asleep. While turning over, he even moaned softly, not knowing what beautiful dream he was dreaming. I stood by the bed, looking at his sleeping face, feeling a cold feeling in my heart. This man was someone I trusted completely. In my previous life, I always believed that no matter how intimate a husband and wife are, they should leave some space for each other. I never checked his phone, even when he brought his phone into the bathroom in the middle of the night after showering, I didn't suspect anything. I was really stupid at that time. I bent down, gently lifted his hand, and placed my finger on the phone. With a "beep" sound, the fingerprint unlock is successful and the screen lights up. Without hesitation, I clicked on his messaging app. At first, it was just a few social greetings. But the more I pulled down, the tighter my eyebrows became, and my fingers trembled slightly.

"You're so naughty today, your hand strength is getting stronger and stronger, people are turning red~"

“Be good, tomorrow bring me your favorite crispy fried meat, but you have to be good.”

“Your ferocious appearance is so cute, wow, I like it~”

The other end of the chat is saved as "Lao Vuong", the avatar is full of red hearts. I glared at the screen, my stomach churning like a tidal wave. This "Old King"... is a sixty year old man! I tried my best to swallow the nausea, turned off the screen, and took a few deep breaths to suppress the feeling of disgust rising up my throat. There's no point in getting angry now. I lightly walked into the spare bedroom and turned on my laptop. The clicking sound on the keyboard rang out, and my whole body was immediately awake. For four years in college, I majored in Information Technology, and my graduation thesis was:

“Research on remote control system based on local authorization”.

Truong Duong's phone system is not highly secure and is easy to break into. I plugged in the data cable, called up the ADB interface, and silently installed the remote control module deep into the system. In less than ten minutes, his phone had turned into my real-time monitoring device. No matter what he deletes, what he texts, what he captures — I can remotely sync, back up, and preserve the evidence forever. After finishing everything, I returned to the master bedroom, placed the phone back on the nightstand, the angle and position were not off at all. Then step into the bathroom, turn on the faucet, and use hand sanitizer to scrub each time. In front of the mirror, I looked at my face. His face was pale, the corner of his lips curled up in a cold smile. I turned off the light, returned to the side room, and lay looking at the ceiling. Not sleepy at all. Dirty. It's so dirty it's unbearable.

3

In a flash, another two weeks passed. On the outside, I was still a gentle, understanding wife in Truong Duong's eyes, but for some unknown reason, I wanted to sleep in a separate room with him. But in reality, I am no longer the deceived idiot I was before. Truong Duong still regularly "visits thoughtfully", every day he carries fruit and fresh milk downstairs, saying:

"Uncle Vuong's health is not good these days, he has to come back often and take more care of him."

Every time before he went out the door, I gave him a hundred yuan bill:

“The fruit you brought is so cool, give me some money and let me buy my own things eat."

Truong Duong received the money and complimented me:

“Tieu Dinh, you are such a good person.”

I responded with an unpredictable smile. Good people are never rewarded. Waiting for Truong Duong to arrive at Mr. Vuong's house, I immediately opened the monitoring program on the computer, and the conversation between the two of them was also broadcast live through the headphones. From the beginning it was "eating and playing cards", to "it's just a kiss~", then "next time come earlier, I can't wait anymore..." Their relationship became more and more blatant, making people even more nauseous. Truong Duong is a bit brainy and is very diligent about deleting messages. But he never could have guessed: I installed a backdoor in his phone. Every click, every message, every recording — I backed it up without missing a word. Even took hundreds of screenshots, clearly classified by time, location, and content. Perhaps because of the attraction of money, the old man named Vuong had an increasingly favorable impression of me. He even said directly to Truong Duong:

“Your wife is not bad, very polite.”

Truong Duong also chimed in when he got home:

"Uncle Vuong complimented me on my kindness and said he had an eye for choosing a wife."

I squinted and smiled:

"Then invite him to my house for dinner."

Truong Duong happily agreed, making an appointment on Saturday night. That night, I meticulously prepared a table full of food and the heavy white wine that the two of them often drank. At the banquet table, I still talked naturally, my face did not change color.

"Uncle Vuong, Truong Duong said that at home, you are the teacher who shows him the way."

“Drink some more, otherwise my husband will say I'm not doing my job as host.”

After drinking a few rounds of wine, the food had not yet cooled down. Old Vuong's face turned red and his speech began to slur.

"Say... no, Truong Duong... his wife... is so gentle... if only I were a few decades younger..."

I smiled and gave him food:

"Uncle Vuong, stop joking, eat, eat."

Truong Duong has a good tolerance for alcohol and is still not drunk. When he went to the bathroom, I took the USB I had prepared in advance and used the OTG cable to plug it into Mr. Vuong's phone on the sofa.