Naomi's POV

When my grandmother was seriously ill, my boyfriend of six years, Wilbur Frazier, took the next flight home to be by my side and took care of my grandmother with patience and devotion.

Grandma always said he was the kind of man worth entrusting my future to—successful, kind-hearted, and, most importantly, willing to set aside his pride to take care of me.

I used to believe that, too.

Until I saw the explicit photos another woman had sent him.

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Wilbur had been living abroad for years. He came from a wealthy family, while I was an orphan who had only my grandmother. Our worlds couldn’t have been more different. But he loved me deeply and cherished me.

When he left for school overseas, we began a long-distance relationship, meeting every two months. Sometimes he flew back, sometimes I went to him.

Two weeks ago, we had planned to meet at a hotel. Standing by the bed, I hesitated as I slipped into the lingerie I had bought just for that night. I wasn’t sure if I had the courage to wear it in front of him.

Girls abroad were so open. I was always afraid that my reserved nature would bore him.

Just then, his phone lit up.

He was in the shower, so I instinctively picked it up.

The message was from someone named "Niece."

[Uncle~ I bought a new outfit. Will you come see it tomorrow night?]

A photo followed immediately after.

Curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on it.

Seeing that this "Niece" was the only friend he had on this account, I believed this was his second one.

Thing about it, my heart pounded. At first, I tried to reason with myself, searching for an innocent explanation. But then I saw the picture.

The girl was in nothing but lingerie. Her face wasn’t visible, only her upper body—one that looked disturbingly underdeveloped.

With trembling hands, I scrolled up through their chat history. He shared nearly everything with her—his daily life, his thoughts... even me.

On the surface, their conversations seemed normal, just friendly banter. But as his girlfriend, I could see the undertones, the moments that felt off.

Like last New Year’s Eve. After work, I deliberately stayed up late just to greet him at exactly midnight. But he didn’t reply for half an hour. Back then, I had assumed he was busy with his family.

But now I knew the truth.

Before midnight, he had been playing video games with her.

When they finished, she sent him a teasing voice message.

"Why didn’t you come save me? Hmph, I’m mad at you! You better make it up to me!"

He also sent her a voice message, chuckling, "My bad, my bad. Next time."

They then exchanged New Year’s greetings. It was also the time I had sent him my own message, but he simply ignored it.

Instead, he continued chatting with her about their New Year’s plans.

Later, he sent a photo to her with a follow-up message.

[Ugh, spending the holiday all alone. So lonely.]

She quickly responded, [Uncle, if you don’t mind, I can come keep you company?]

At that time, he replied to me, so a few minutes later, he replied to her, [No need, no need. My girlfriend’s here now. Let’s talk later.]

Even now, I was still trying to justify it in my head. Maybe she had sent the message to the wrong person. After all, she called him "uncle"... right?

Just then, the sound of water stopped abruptly and Wilbur stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

He was more than just rich—he was tall, good-looking, and had an athletic build. Back in college, he had even competed in swimming tournaments. Girls had always chased after him.

But he had never hidden our relationship. He always made me feel secure.

As he dried his hair, he immediately noticed something was off about me. He walked over, leaned down, and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

"Who upset my baby this time?"

Naomi's POV

I tossed his phone into his chest in response. But he caught it, took a look, and let out a helpless laugh before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Baby, I haven't had a chance to introduce her to you yet. This is my niece. I use that account to log into my game, so she's the only contact I added. Don't overthink it—we only played together once," he explained.

But I wasn't convinced yet, so I coldly demanded, "And how do you explain the photo?"

Wilbur burst into laughter and playfully tapped the tip of my nose.

"Silly girl, are you really that clueless? She obviously sent it to the wrong person."

He then leaned in with a teasing smile and added, "Besides, Roxanne is our niece. How could you even think that way?"

I gradually wavered and my tension started to ease.

He pressed a kiss against my neck and lightly bit down. "Punishment," he murmured.

"Baby, did you wear this just for me tonight?"

Pretending to be still angry, I turned my head away with a pout. "No. I was planning to take a picture for another man."

Hearing that, Wilbur lunged at me, but I pushed him away.

Even though I wanted to believe him, a lingering unease still clung to me.

That night, I didn’t let him touch me. To my surprise, he didn’t push, just held me close as we fell asleep.

The next morning, he told me he was going home to visit his parents—his usual routine whenever he was back.

But something inside me just didn’t sit right. So, I decided to follow him.

Before I left, I called my best friend.

She sighed dramatically on the other end. "Naomi, are you serious? You sound paranoid. How could there be something between them when your boyfriend calls her "niece" and she calls him "uncle?" I think you're just stressed out. Why don’t you take a couple of days off and go on a trip with Wilbur?"

But I refused to back down. "My gut instinct is never wrong. If I don’t figure this out, I’ll never let it go."

"I've been a strategist for six years, Naomi, and I've never found a single flaw in Wilbur. A man this perfect is rare. If you push him away for no reason and he ends up back on the market, you’ll regret it," she groaned, sounding a bit annoyed.

Just then, I saw Wilbur about to leave, so I replied to my friend, "He's leaving. I’ll talk to you later."

Then, I started the car and followed him.

For the entire day, he stayed at his parents' house.

As such, relief washed over me. I scolded myself for overthinking, for letting my paranoia run wild.

After all these years, he still loved me.

But just as I was about to head back, I saw his car speed past from the right.

My heart clenched, and I turned the wheel and followed.

He drove to our old house. Back in college, his parents had bought him a private villa near the university, so we rarely stayed in the dorms. Most nights, we were here.

This place held so many memories for us.

But ever since Wilbur moved abroad, no one had been here. It hadn’t been cleaned or lived in for years.

So why was he coming back now?

I waited for about ten minutes after he went inside before stepping out of my car. My pulse hammered in my ears.

Just before I reached the door, I sent him a message.

[Baby, are you staying at your parents' place tonight, or are you coming home?]

His reply came almost instantly.

[Baby, I’m not coming back tonight. My parents want me to stay and spend more time with them. Sorry to make you sleep alone tonight.]

I scoffed upon reading his reply.

If it were before, I might’ve believed him.

Tears welled up, but I wiped them away with my fingertips. Then, I stepped forward.

I knew the door code. I punched it in, walked inside, and headed straight for the bedroom.

But then I heard it—a woman’s voice.

"Uncle Wilbur, slow down... that’s too fast!"

His voice followed, low and teasing.

"You don’t want it anymore, baby?"

I froze.

The moans and murmurs from the other side of the door crashed over me like a tidal wave.

My grip tightened around my phone.

For a moment, I felt like I wasn’t even standing there, like I was outside my own body, trapped between a dream and reality.

My hands trembled and my legs felt weak.

I clutched the doorknob, trying to steady myself, but my heart kept shaking violently in my chest.

Naomi's POV

"Uncle, between me and Sis Naomi, who do you like more?"

So she knew about me. My chest tightened with rage, my lips curling into a bitter smile. I let go of the doorknob, waiting to hear how Wilbur would respond.

But it seemed like he didn't want to answer until Roxanne pressed again. "I remember Sis Naomi being pretty conservative. Is she as wild in bed as she acts all proper?"

At this moment, Wilbur’s breathing turned heavy. "That's not something you should be asking," he snapped.

Roxanne fell silent momentarily before whining, "Why are you being so mean to me?"

After a beat, his voice dropped into a cold, hard tone. "You don’t get to mention her name. Know your place. Understand?"

With a dissatisfied tone, she could only reply, "Ugh, fine. Just don’t stop."

My blood boiled and my hands trembled as I reached for the door—only to find it locked from the inside.

The inside suddenly fell quiet.

They had heard me.

"Who's out there?" Wilbur asked in a hoarse voice.

"Probably just a rat," Roxanne giggled. "This place hasn’t been cleaned in forever."

"Unless..." She laughed again, sharp and grating. "Could it be Sis Naomi?"

"It’s me," I said coldly from outside, which made her laughter cut off immediately.

Maybe my voice sounded raw from crying, or maybe they were simply guilty. Either way, the room fell into an eerie stillness.

After what felt like forever, the door finally creaked open.

Wilbur stood there, shirt rumpled, acting like nothing was wrong. He even smiled. "Naomi? What are you doing here?"

I looked him in the eye, my own rimmed red. Forcing a smirk, I said, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? Didn’t you say you’d be staying with your parents tonight? What’s wrong, is she your mom now?" I shot back, pointing at Roxanne, who was clutching the hem of his shirt behind him.

That’s when I finally saw her face—young, maybe in her early twenties, still carrying traces of childish innocence. Yet here she was, clinging onto the man I’d loved for six years.

Something inside me shattered.

Wilbur’s eyes were red too, and he grabbed my wrist. "Naomi, I’m sorry. Please, just give me a chance to explain."

I glanced at the faint love bites on Roxanne’s neck and let out a low chuckle. "Oh? Go ahead. I’d love to hear what kind of excuse you’ll come up with."

Sensing his distress, Roxanne rolled her eyes but quickly masked it with a sweet smile. She then took my arm and cooed, "Sis Naomi—oh wait, should I call you Auntie instead?"

Auntie? Just a second ago, she was calling me "Sis," and now she suddenly remembered my position in Wilbur's life?

Her voice dripped with innocence as she explained, "The thing is—I had a little too much to drink at a company party tonight, and I just happened to run into Uncle Wilbur on the way home. He was just being a gentleman and brought me here to rest. Auntie, I only just found out this used to be the place you two stayed. I’m really sorry about that."

But her apology wasn’t what made my stomach turn—it was the mocking glint in her eyes.

Like this was all just a game to her. Like cheating was nothing out of the ordinary.

Meanwhile, Wilbur nodded frantically, his gaze never leaving mine. "Naomi, we’ve been together for so many years. You know the kind of person I am. And Roxanne—she’s so much younger than me. She used to call me ‘Uncle’ growing up! How could I possibly—"

"Wilbur!" I cut him off, voice shaking with rage. "I stood outside that door for thirty goddamn minutes. Do you seriously think I didn’t hear everything?!"

The silence that followed was suffocating.

I had no more tears left to cry.

I exhaled sharply, my voice ice-cold. "We're done, Wilbur. Before tonight, I saw you as the most important person in my life. But what about you?"