"Alright, sweetheart."
He had no idea the scent of perfume clinging to him made me want to vomit.
As Ethan entered the bathroom, my eyes drifted to his phone on the coffee table. Almost involuntarily, I picked it up. The password was still my birthday.
It was my first time checking his phone. As expected, it was spotless—too spotless, in fact, to be believable.
When I tapped into the photographer’s chat window, it was completely empty. That alone was enough of an answer.
But when I noticed a group chat labeled “Brother,” curiosity got the better of me. The most recent message read:
"Man, you’re impressive!"
I opened it.
The chat history made my whole body tremble.
"Ethan, aren’t you afraid your wife will find out about this?"
"Not at all. She trusts me completely. She never checks my phone. And even if she did, she’d find nothing. Everything else is on my other phone."
So that was it. No wonder this phone contained nothing but work.
But the next part of their conversation drew me in completely.
"I just don’t get it. Why does your wife trust you so much?"
Ethan replied with a string of smug emojis.