She whispered in a haze, "Chester, be gentle."
Chester Wilson was my wife's first love.
He was also the father of the child she tutored.
I lay on the bed, my thoughts running wild.
I kept comforting myself that it was just something she mumbled in her dream, but I still couldn't help but take the phone that she had placed next to her pillow.
I unlocked her phone by simply putting it above her face.
With trembling hands, I clicked open her chat with Chester.
At the sight of the blank chat, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I continued to click on a hotel booking app on her phone.
Hope in my heart was completely shattered when I saw numerous hotels booking records!
In the past month, she had booked a hotel room for at least 20 days! The remaining 10 days were when I slept at home!
My chest kept heaving violently. "Rena, how dare you!" I raged in my heart.
I took pictures of it all with my phone.
Suddenly, Chester sent a video and a voice message.
"Honey, you were hot in bed last night. Scream a little louder next time.
“How about we do it at your place next time? Your husband doesn't come home very often anyway. Let's save the expense of a hotel room so that I can buy more cigarettes.