Chapter 2 — The day I registered my marriage, I discovered that my husband had two lives

Don't let me see anything. I asked casually.

“It's still a matter of work.”

He replied. I nodded, didn't ask anymore. But I did remember one detail. He started to be wary of me looking at my phone. It wasn't like that before. During the three years of our relationship, I wanted to hold his phone anytime. Sometimes I even reply to messages for him, but he doesn't even bother to pay attention. But since that text message... He has changed. His house is a very ordinary three-bedroom, one-living room apartment. His mother opened the door and smiled brightly when she saw us.

“Oh, you two are finally here!”

When changing shoes, I deliberately glanced at the shoe cabinet at the door. Only two pairs of slippers are used regularly. A male couple. A female couple. There was no trace of the third person's activities. I breathed a sigh of relief. Is it true that I've been thinking too much? During the meal, his mother continuously served me food.

“When are you two going to have a baby?”

She smiled and asked. My movements of picking up food stopped. Lam Trach smiled helplessly.

“Mom, we just registered our marriage and you're already asking about this.”

“Let's prepare early, right?”

She smiled gently.

“Mom is still looking forward to holding her grandchild.”

I reluctantly smiled.

“Just follow nature.”

“That's right, just follow nature.”

She happily nodded. I bent down to continue eating. But there was only one sentence in my head that kept repeating over and over again.

"Husband, I'm about to be born."

Suddenly I felt my stomach growl. In the evening, after taking a shower, I lay on the bed. Lam Trach is on the phone in the living room. He deliberately lowered his voice and spoke very softly. I couldn't hear the content clearly. But I could feel it... It was absolutely not a normal business call. The call lasted quite a long time. About twenty minutes. I lay still and stared at the ceiling, not moving at all. Until he hung up and walked into the room.

“Still not sleeping?”

he asked. He smiled and got into bed, wrapping his arms around me. That movement was still as skillful as ever. The warmth from his body was also so real. If it weren't for that message... Maybe I would never doubt everything in front of me in my whole life. He leaned close to my ear and asked softly:

“Are you tired today?”

“You might have to work overtime tomorrow.”

My heart suddenly skipped a beat. It's overtime again. I pretended to ask casually:

“Are you already busy just now?”

“The project is urgent.”

he said.

“You've probably been home late every day lately.”

I nodded. Not long after he finished speaking, he fell asleep. Even breathing. Like nothing ever happened. And I'm not sleepy at all. My eyes stopped on his phone. It's sitting on the nightstand. Less than a meter away from me. I know the password. His screen lock password is my birthday. Over the years it has never changed. I patiently waited a little longer. Confirming that he was truly asleep, I slowly reached out to take the phone. The screen lights up. I enter the password. Unlocked successfully. At that moment, my heart beat rapidly. Not because of stress. It was a premonition... That I was about to rip the truth apart with my own hands. I directly opened WeChat. The chat list is completely normal. Company groups, friends, relatives. There aren't any Any unusual signs? I scrolled down. Pull again. Still no. That message... Disappeared. Like it never appeared. I stared at the screen, stunned. No way. Obviously I saw it with my own eyes. That is absolutely not an illusion. I started checking each conversation. Open each conversation to see. No one is recorded as “wife”. There were also no suspicious conversations. So clean that it's impossible to find fault. But because it's so clean... It's even more unusual. A normal person's phone cannot have such a "neat" chat history. I suddenly thought of a possibility. I opened settings, found move and back up chat history. Did not detect anything unusual. Then I opened the “Recently deleted” section again. Empty. My fingertips gradually became cold. If I'm not mistaken... Then there's only one explanation. In a very short period of time, he processed the message completely. Moreover, it is erased to the point of not leaving any traces. Like... He's done this so many times. I put the phone back in its original position. Then lie down, close your eyes. But my mind started to run crazy again. One by one, the clues appeared. He often "worked overtime", but never let me pick him up. There are certain hours when I cannot contact him. He also never let me touch a few files. The reason is always that the company has a confidentiality agreement. Before, I believed everything. But now that I think about it... Every detail seems like it was deliberately arranged in advance. The next morning, he woke up very early. I pretended like I just woke up.

“Why did you get up so early today?”

“There's a meeting.”

While he went to the bathroom, I pretended to lie down and play with my phone. Actually, I'm always silently observing. Today he brought a briefcase with him. Normally very rarely carried. I remember that detail. Before leaving, he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"I'll probably be home very late tonight, you don't have to wait."