If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that the perfect husband before me was secretly keeping a mistress. Perhaps because of the turmoil in my heart, I didn't sleep well that night.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, he wasn't there. I reached out to feel the bed beside me, it was cold.
The phone screen lit up. I clicked it open. A message from the same account as before had arrived, again with a picture and a message.
The photo showed a man's sleeping profile, with a few scratches from a woman's nails on his exposed shoulder.
[Mrs. Hemsworth, I heard today is your wedding anniversary? But I wanted Nick to come to me and he did. He knows it makes me happy.]
[I heard he gave you a yacht? I'm so jealous. But he gave me a private island, haha.]
I turned off my phone and took a deep breath. My pillow was slightly damp. I grabbed a new one and lay down again.
I dreamed of the past. When I was a child, I was abandoned by my parents and raised myself with social aid and scholarships. In high school, I met Nick. He was a vibrant young man, completely different from me.