Elvis went on a business trip last week and he came back today.
That goodnight was said by me last night. I knew he was on a plane this morning, so I didn't send any message.
But the line displayed on his Whatsapp top only had three words, [animated emoji] I love you.
I rarely sent emojis to Elvis, either last night.
While Elvis was taking a shower, I saw his phone.
Click on the top, the chat content inside was hot and the expression was explicit.
The last two sentences that Elvis replied to her hurt me most.
[As usual, don't sleep with her tonight! Don't let her get pregnant!]
[Family marriage, you know! Don't worry, she has been taking the medicine! I won't let her get pregnant, only you can give birth to my child!]
I opened her Instagram, a lively and youthful girl, studying at Greenville, only in her sophomore year.
Greenville, the city where Elvis often traveled this year.
I exited the chat interface and closed the phone. My whole body couldn't stop trembling.
My fingers were numb, and I couldn't breathe because of the pain in my heart.
Although Elvis and I were engaged in a family marriage, we had known each other for a long time.
I got engaged to 25-year-old Elvis when I was 18 years old.