Before I could respond, his phone rang. He grabbed it and quickly walked out of the bedroom, as if escaping. His lips curved into a smile, his face brimming with affection.
After hanging up, he hurried into the bathroom to shower. His phone, left on the coffee table, kept buzzing incessantly.
Since we got together, Josh's passwords had always been my birthday, he said it was to give me a sense of security, letting me check his phone anytime.
Over the years, I had trusted him fully and never looked at his phone without permission.
I entered my birthday, unlocking the screen. The top chat was with someone named "My Tatiana."
[Boss, your little vixen is lovesick and needs your warm touch as an antidote. Come quickly ...] The attached photo showed a woman in revealing clothes, with a fluffy tail behind her, exuding an air of seduction.
[Wait for me! You insatiable vixen, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed tomorrow morning!]
I scrolled through the messages for a long time before finally seeing my own name, buried among countless other chats. My messages had been muted, which explained why my texts about grandma's accident went unanswered.