My voice was steady, but inside I was in turmoil.
The dream had been real.
Sophia really was cheating.
The next day, Sophia came home.
She rushed to my bedside, her voice full of concern.
“Ethan, are you feeling better? The doctor said your body’s still weak—you need to take good care of yourself.”
She set down several shopping bags filled with my favorite fruits and supplements, and a limited-edition tie.
“You looked at it a couple of times at the mall. I remembered and went to buy it for you today.”
My heart trembled.
She was still the same as before—thoughtful, attentive, remembering every little thing I liked.
That night, she cooked dinner herself, making my favorite chicken soup, fussing over me to stay off my phone and get some rest.
But my chest was a storm.
Later, while she showered, she left her phone on the nightstand.
I stared at it, my pulse pounding in my throat.
At last, I reached for it.
The password was still my birthday.
The screen lit up—her wallpaper was a photo of us at the beach. She was leaning against me, smiling wide, her eyes so soft they could melt anyone.
My fingers trembled as I scrolled through her WhatsApp.
No secrets. No flirty messages. Everything was clean.