Chapter 7 Looking for Evidence
I had almost finished preparing the food when Matthew returned with our daughter. Ava
ran in, exclaiming in her sweet and childish voice, “Mommy, I’m back! Daddy picked me
up!”
Her adorable voice brought tears to my eyes, but I suppressed my emotions. “I got you
some pineapples. They’re your favorite, right?”
“Oh! Mommy, you’re the best! I can’t wait to eat them” She ran out and headed to
Matthew, saying, “Daddy, I want to eat pineapples!”
“You can have a small piece for now. You can have more after dinner, okay?” Matthew
washed his hands and took a small piece to hand to our eager little girl. Then he squeezed
into the tiny kitchen and hugged me from behind. “Why did you make so much food?”
I felt terrible because this once-happy family of three was now on the verge of collapsing.
“You just came back from a business trip. You must be tired.” I forced a smile and asked,
“Were you busy today?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe hummed a reply, and my heart immediately sank. I playfully nudged him with my
elbow. “Set the table and get ready for dinner.”
His intimate attempts made me sick. I wondered if he thought of the other woman
whenever he held me. When I finished cooking, I smiled and asked, “Do you want a drink?
It’s been a while, and I want a glass of wine.”
Mathew looked at me questioningly. “Why do you suddenly want to drink?”
“No reason. Are you still going out?” I asked as I turned to get the wine. “Since I made so
many dishes, we need to celebrate.”
I felt my heart shattering into a million pieces as I spoke. I knew Matthew couldn’t handle
alcohol well, so I poured him a little to avoid arousing suspicion. Then I poured myself half
a glass and toasted with him.
Once we started drinking, we became excited and talkative. I pretended to be in high
spirits as I reminisced about our college days, starting the business, and our current life. I
seemed so happy.
Matthew noticed how cheerful I was and poured himself another glass of wine while
reminding me not to drink too much. Ultimately, he drank more than he could handle. He
was drunk when I helped him onto the bed.
Afterward, I washed up and put Ava to bed before beginning my mission. My heart was
pounding as it was my first time looking through his things in so many years. I finally
realized how foolish I was to trust him.
I searched through his pockets and bag but found nothing valuable.
Finally, I found his phone, but it had a fingerprint lock. I quietly approached him, trying to
grab his hand, but he suddenly turned and caught me, staring at me with unfocused eyes.
My heart was about to jump out of my chest.
“I need water,” he slurred at me.
I ran out to pour him a glass of water and fed it to him. Then he collapsed back onto the
bed, fast asleep. I unlocked and looked through his phone but found no suspicious names
in the call history. I recognized most of them, and it seemed like very few were female, so I
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmruled them out.
Then I checked his WhatsApp only to realize he hadn’t been messaging many people. I
opened the conversation of the first contact and saw the message from the day he
returned.
“Did she find out?”
It was just those four words with no additional information. It didn’t seem like Matthew
hadn’t deleted anything, either. I clicked on the woman’s profile picture and wanted to see
her posts, but there were none.
I couldn’t find any clues about who the sender was. It seemed like this person was
cautious. Matthew told me it was Melanie, but I needed to verify it.
His photo albums included pictures of Ava and me and two of Melanie. Besides that, his
phone was clean. I even scanned the phone with an app, but nothing suspicious was there
too. I tossed and turned that night, wondering how there could be no traces.
I figured the woman wasn’t someone from the company or the building. Otherwise, the
receptionist wouldn’t have called her “Mrs. Murphy.”
I wondered who that other woman was or if I’d ever interacted with her.