Chapter 3 Texting the Other Spouse

I got out of bed quietly and took her phone from the bedside table. Then, I tiptoed to the study. I used my PC and synced her chat to the cloud. Though I was prepared for this, seeing her sexting someone else still made me go numb, and my heart grew cold.

'God, you blew my mind.'

'Mm, you too, baby.'

'Blood's always exciting when we do it. Man, I wish I could do you more, but you're in recovery. Crap, I just thought of what happened, and I got hard again. Next time you're on your period, let's try another position.'

'You meanie. I can't believe you'd do me when I'm in recovery. I could die, you know. Oh, but it felt good doing it with you. Really good. Wait for me, okay? We'll meet up when I've recovered.'

'Days, huh? I can wait, but something else can't.'

Following that message was a photo. The light was dim, but I knew what it was, and it was standing tall. I clenched my fists, shivering in rage. I wanted to drag that woman out of bed, but I forced myself to stay calm. I told myself this wasn't the time yet.

Queenie's recovery went smoothly. She obtained her PhD and got a job as a lecturer at the university she studied. She didn't have work yet, but she stayed on her phone all day long. I used to think she was busy at work, but after going through her chat history, I noticed that there weren't a lot of work messages.

The fact she was so busy was because she texted her affair partner nonstop. I got the bastard's number and traced it back to the owner. I found the guy, and he was none other than her university friend. He was her first love.

That man was Howard Lawson. He married the scion of a rich man after graduation, and his father-in-law made him the company's general manager. It was a famous company in the area, and Howard's wife was infamous for her short temper.

I had met her once during a business outing. Her looks were nothing to brag about, but she had more muscles than a professional bodybuilder. My wife was more feminine compared to her.

Unfortunately for my wife and Howard, I knew this woman's number. I used a travel SIM card and sent the scion a part of the chat history between my wife and Howard. She called me a while later, but I ignored it. More calls came, and I ignored them all.

Frustration was building inside her, and I knew it. When it was about time, I texted her, 'Howard doesn't love you anymore, you old woman. You know that, don't you? Just let him go. Now that he doesn't care about you, just let him date someone he cares about. Maybe he'll actually spare your dignity.'

The scion flew into a fit of rage and blew up my phone with texts. 'Who are you, huh? How dare you steal my husband?'

'Do you know who I am? No one gets away with it after they steal my stuff!'

'Where the hell are you? You'd better not run if you dare! I'll rip your tongue off!'