Husband's Secrets

It was at dawn.

My cell phone rang with a message.

I knew who it was from without even checking on it.

Recently, I would receive photos from a strange woman every morning, which all were about how she and my husband were intimate with each other.

The photos all set against a gigantic clock at Belinda Square.

Sometimes, it was at 2 a.m. Sometimes, it was at 3 a.m.

Every time she messaged me, she would provoke me, saying, "Your husband is my kept man."

I laughed it off every time.

After all, my husband, Spencer Horne, had been sleeping beside me all this time.

I clicked open the photos.

It was the same bed and the same woman with curvy body figure.

Wearing sexy sling pajamas, she snuggled up in Spencer's arms obediently.

This time, I wanted to delete the photos, but I stopped on a second thought.

I saw a clear nail print on Spencer's neck in the photo. It was from me during our affectionate intercourse last night.

Obviously... this photo was not faked.

But we slept together all the time last night!

"Jessa, sleep with me for a more while." Spencer pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

I looked up at him beside me.

The morning light rendered his face particularly gentle, highlighting the nails marks on his neck.

My mind gradually went blank...

After dawn...

Spencer made breakfast as usual and picked me up from the bed to kiss me.

"Jessa, are you tired from last night? Get up and have breakfast."

I deliberately put my arms around his neck and said coquettishly, "Honey, I don't want to have breakfast. I want to sleep."

Instead of forcing me, Spencer said gently, "Then remember to eat later. I'll go to work first."

"Goodbye, honey."

When he got up, I wrapped my arms around his neck again, saying, "Honey, you didn't seem to say that you love me today."

He smiled and rubbed the top of my head, saying, "Jessa, I love you."

I had known Spencer since I was young.

Spencer's parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. It just so happened that my mother was handling the case. Seeing that he was pitiful, she brought him home as her godson.

Spencer, who was six years older than me, had doted on me since I was a child.

Although we are not siblings, we were much closer.

Unfortunately, we didn't live a happy life for long.

Six years ago, something happened to my parents when they were at work. They both died.

When I was just 20 years old, I finally knew how much pain Spencer had gone through back then. In the morgue, I hugged my parents' bodies and cried bitterly.

Spencer held me in his arms, promising my parents that he would take good care of me for the rest of his life.

Fearing that I would feel insecure, he decisively got married to me when I graduated from college.

He didn't change after getting married.

He was as kind and attentive to me as ever.

Despite being busy with work, he would come back to cook for me as soon as he got off work, clean up the house, and watch TV with me.

He loved me so much at night that he couldn't let go of me. After kissing me over and over again, he hugged me and fell asleep again.

He loved me so much.

No way that he would sneak out to fool around with another woman in the middle of the night!

I didn't believe it!

I restored all the photos I had deleted before and showed them to Siena Hunt, my best friend in the photography industry, to verify their authenticity.

It didn't take long for the results to come out.

The photos were authentic!

Siena was even more shocked than me.