My Wife's Secret was Revealed to Me

My fiancée usually do morning jogging recently.

No matter what happened, she set off at 5:30 a.m. in the morning.

This morning, I found that she didn't take her phone. I followed to chase after her, but she was already gone.

One elevator was stopped on my floor, while the other one was stopped on the 23rd floor.

Shouldn't she go down to the first floor?

After several coincidences, I discovered the truth of morning jogging...

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I was a scriptwriter for roleplay tabletop games. I often wrote until two or three in the morning when inspiration struck. The time 5:30 a.m. was when I slept the deepest.

Last night, I had a burst of inspiration and finished my work ahead. My fiancée, Belinda Parker, went to a friend's birthday party, so I went to bed early.

In the morning, the sound of the door woke me up. I took the opportunity to get up and drink some water.

I saw her phone was on the dining cabinet. It had only been two minutes since she left to wait for the elevator. So I immediately picked up the phone and chased after her.

We lived on the 16th floor, with two elevators serving four households. The motionsensor hallway lights were still on, but Belinda was nowhere to be seen.

I looked at the elevator in confusion. One was still on our floor, while the other was on the 23rd floor.

The cold wind blew in through the open window in the hallway, instantly sobering me up.

Belinda went for a run. Shouldn't the elevator have gone down to the first floor?

Besides her, who else would be using the elevator at this time?

How could she go from the 1st floor to the 23rd floor in such a short time?

Belinda always kept her phone with her, even when going to the bathroom. If she realized she had forgotten her phone, she would come back to get it quickly.

With this in mind, I quickly grabbed the phone and put it back in its place. Then I laid back on the been nonchalantly, quietly listening to the sounds outside the door.

Sure enough, two minutes later, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

I walked out to the living room, but her phone and she were both nowhere to be found.

I cautiously looked out from the hole, but the corridor was still empty.

Looking out again, both elevators were still on this floor, one on the 23rd floor.

I was confused. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Belinda worked in a roleplay tabletop game store during the day. It was usually relaxing except on weekends. At night, she also worked as a teaching assistant at a fivestar hotel's swimming pool.

About two months ago, she fell in love with morning runs. Every morning at 5:30 a.m., she would go out for a run.

Even as a teaching assistant, she has to swim. With such a high amount of exercise from swimming, she should be tired. How did she still have the energy to get up early the next day for a run?

She smiled and gave me a reason that I couldn't refuse, the passive exercise at work and the active exercise she did herself bring different happiness and effects.

I believed her.

I had to say, since she started morning runs, her body had improved. Her fair and beautiful skin now had a rosy glow, and she had become more charming.

But there was one thing. Every time I made requests for sex in the past two months, she had always used being tired from exercising as an excuse to refuse.

Strange things must have a reason. The sixth sense was not exclusive to women. When a man was pushed to the limit, the seventh, eighth, and ninth senses all came into play.

I felt like she was hiding something from me because she had been rejecting me a lot.

So I was particularly sensitive about the elevator incident...

When it was almost 8 o'clock, Belinda came back as usual and brought me hot coffee and sandwiches for breakfast.

Seeing me sitting on the sofa, she came over and kissed me playfully before taking a shower. She was considerate and affectionate, which didn't seem like she was having an affair.

Could it be that I've gone crazy from writing? Maybe she went downstairs by taking the stairs as a warmup in the morning?

Looking at her breasts squeezed out of her sports bra in front of me, I felt hot and felt that every cell in my body was activated.

I hugged her and my hand moved up along her waist. Just as I was about to kiss her, she dodged me as if she had been shocked.

"Hmm, I smell like sweat all over, I'm going to take a shower!"

After saying that, she didn't care about me at all and went into the bathroom herself. I wanted to follow her in, but she locked the door, keeping me outside.

I sighed and sat back at the dining table, opening the breakfast she brought back.

But the bag that was packed again aroused my suspicion.

There were two torn notches on the edge of the bag, as if there was a piece of paper originally attached to it, leaving traces after being torn off.

Did she order takeout? Did she tear off the order receipt that was originally attached to it?

It rained last night, and the ground at this point must not have dried completely.

I suddenly remembered her running shoes. If she really went for a run, there must be muddy traces on the soles of her shoes.

Just as I was about to pick up her shoes.

I heard Belinda's soft voice from behind, "Darling, what are you doing?"

I was startled and quickly withdrew my hand that was about to pick up the shoes.

"Nothing, I just saw a cockroach, it seems to be running this way..."

Belinda was already dressed neatly, her face was not powdered, but she was bright enough.

She came over and hugged my waist, step by step, leading me back to the dining table.

"I think that you are confused about writing the script. Our community is famous for being clean. How could there be cockroaches? Finish your breakfast and go back to sleep. I'm going to work."

After saying that, she kissed me again, with a rare absence of the scent of bath cream on her body. She did take a relatively short shower today.

Could it be that she noticed something was wrong with me? She came out without taking a shower and stared at me.

While I was holding her, she turned around, walked to the shoe rack, put on those running shoes, and left.

Belinda paid attention to her clothing. Normally, she would never wear those running shoes when going out for anything other than running. Unfortunately, I didn't see the soles of the shoes just now.

The suspicion in my mind kept growing.

Belinda and I were supposed to get married next month. With this problem arising at such a critical moment, I couldn't help to think more.

I couldn't sleep, and it was impossible to calm down and write the script.

Why not go to find out the truth and make a decision to give up or continue?

I met Belinda at the roleplay tabletop game store where she worked. Her boss had been using my scripts for a long time.

To improve the script, I occasionally went out to play, and Belinda always accompanied me. As a result, we became familiar with each other through interactions.

She was four years younger than me, and her indifferent and contented temperament deeply attracted me.

And there was also the appearance that was not tainted by the mundane world, which resembles the young Lily Collins.

Belinda's figure was unparalleled, with proud and white peaks that were as delicate as fat, a slender waist that could be held with one hand, and long legs. She was both sexy and innocent.

But I also had selfawareness. With a highincome but unstable career, and owning a house in this city, my appearance and height were not impressive either.

But happiness always came suddenly. Two years ago, she invited me to an empty game room. Without saying anything, she kissed me and then confessed her love. She said she had been secretly in love with me for a long time, she liked my scripts and was deeply attracted by my talent...

I got what I wanted in the end.

In the past two years, although I had repeatedly expressed my willingness to support her financially.

But she still insisted on going to work and taking two jobs. She didn't pester me to buy things like other women do. On the contrary, she hoped that I could be frugal like her.

She never asked me to add her name to the real estate certificate before our marriage, but I took the initiative to add hers after receiving the certificate.

After she discussed it with her family, her family only needed 188 thousand dollars.

I was so lucky in my friends' minds. But I always felt that something was wrong. She had always been too perfect and unreal in front of me, like a flawless jade.

Now a crack had suddenly appeared, and I had some expectations in my heart as to whether it would be sunlight or rain that would come through this crack.

Just as I was thinking, I saw the phone number on the takeout bag on the table and had an idea.

"Hello, Sunny Cafe, how can I help you?"

"Hello, the takeaway I ordered in the morning, the coffee tastes a little weird today..."

"Excuse me, what's your address?"

"The one on the 23rd floor of Moon Apartment..." I held my breath waiting for the answer to be revealed.

"Oh, Moon Apartment 2306, the one where you order three servings of coffee every day. Is there only one that tastes weird? Or is it all..."

The person on the other end of the phone was anxiously asking, but at this moment my brain was booming and I couldn't listen to what he was saying.

I took out my phone and opened the homeowner group immediately, and looked at the homeowner avatar of 2306, which was a rose.

I clicked in and looked at the ten moments inferring that this homeowner was an elderly lady who lives elsewhere with her daughter, and 2306 was rented out two months ago.

I went to 2306 and took a photo of the door lock, and then sent a friend request to the homeowner of 2306. I pretended to be interested in her electronic lock and started chatting with her.

The old lady was very enthusiastic and introduced to me how good this lock was after the request was approved...

During the conversation, I finally found out that two months ago, she rented this house to a male coach from a nearby gym named Calvin.

Two months ago? It happened to be when Belinda started jogging.

We scriptwriters never believed that there were so many coincidences in real life.

After thanking the old lady, in the afternoon, I disguised myself and went to the gym where Calvin was located to scout.

I first looked at Calvin's photo at the end of the employee list.

I had to say, this face was impeccable. Even as a man, I envy it...

After circling the field, I finally found him on the boxing platform.

Not only did he have a good face, but he also had a good physique. He was muscular all over and tall.

He was on the platform practicing boxing with a fat woman. I try to get closer, pretending to study the equipment nearby.

It was more like flirting than practicing boxing. This fat woman, dressed in gold and silver, lightly punches Calvin's chest and abs, one after another.

After a few rounds, Calvin took off his gloves, held her wrist, and rubs it. Then he pulled her closer to his chest, with a suggestive look in his eyes.

"Davina, your hands are so fair, tender, and smooth. Boxing is hard on your hands. How about you come to my Pilates class... I'll give you a discount."

"Ah, I see. But my lumbar spine isn't very good. How about we find a place tonight and you can check if it's suitable for me to practice?" The fat woman took off her gloves and moved her hand behind him, landing on his perky buttocks and squeezing it.

Calvin instantly understood. The two of them walked off the stage hand in hand and headed to the VIP room in the back. I was not a member, so I couldn't follow them.

I only heard two coaches dressed similarly to Calvin whispering next to me.

"This guy is good. He hasn't been here for long, but if this deal goes through, he will be the top seller this month for sure."

"Are you jealous? He can do anything. As long as he can make a sale, he accepts anyone... Can you do that? It serves you right that he became the top seller as soon as he arrived."

After hearing this, I had a rough idea in my mind.

If he really had something with Belinda, I was afraid he was too serious. It was easier to deal with bad people.

I wrote down Calvin's phone number at the front desk.

I waited at the door until Davina got in the car. After I saw the phone number on her car, I left silently.

While Belinda was still at work, I bought the latest phone from Apple.

Usually, if I asked her in advance or took her to buy valuable gifts, she would refuse.

Her phone screen cracked these days, so I bought her a new one. She shouldn't have a reason to refuse.

I asked my programmer friend Derrick to install a listening code in the new phone I bought.

"You are getting married next month. If Belinda finds out that you are installing this on her phone, I think your relationship will be in trouble. Belinda is such a good girl! When she first heard about your parents' situation, she cried in front of me, saying that you were so pitiful and that she would take good care of you in the future..."

Derrick stood up for Belinda and expressed his dissatisfaction.

Yes, because Belinda was not only a perfect woman in front of me but also my brothers. She was capable of handling both social and domestic affairs flawlessly.

My friends usually came to my house for gatherings, and she would prepare food and drinks in advance.

In short, everything was taken care of, and there were no complaints afterwards when tidying up.

No!

"Have you told her about my parents? When? What did you say?"

When I was a freshman, my parents had a car accident. Since both of them had purchased accident insurance, I eventually received a compensation of eight million dollars.

Although I had a huge sum of money, this matter had always been a pain in my heart. Except for Derrick, I had never mentioned it to anyone.

To Belinda, I just casually mentioned that my parents passed away a long time ago. She was also very understanding and never asked further questions.

"When you two were together, that night at Bill's store, we were trying out a new script. After that, we all went out for drinks. Belinda was quite concerned about you. When you went out to smoke, she asked about your situation on her initiative, so I roughly told her..." Derrick looked innocent.

I checked my Instagram records and found out that the day he mentioned was two years ago, which was the day before Belinda confessed to me.

At that time, it might have seemed ambiguous to outsiders, but the truth was that I had a crush on her and frequently took the initiative to show my affection towards her.

Now I just learned that the night before I confessed, she learned from Derrick that I had eight million.

With the current situation, I couldn't help but doubt her original motivation for suddenly confessing her feelings.

She also brought up the topic of marriage a couple of months ago, which surprised me. Because based on her previous behavior, I thought she wasn't in a hurry to get married.

In the first two months, she suddenly mentioned that her grandmother was in poor health and wanted to see her get married. Only then did we plan to marry.

I planned to meet her parents at the end of the month, finalize the gifts, get married and hold a wedding party next month.

When Belinda came back from work in the evening, she saw the new mobile phone I bought for her.

She complained about my spending money, but she still had to use what I bought. Otherwise, it would be a waste.

She repeatedly reminded me not to do this next time.

But her hand didn't stop for a moment, and she immediately started using it.

With this new phone, Belinda rarely took the initiative at night. But she and Calvin's situation hadn't been figured out yet, and I didn't want to do anything with her.

I said that I went to play tennis with my brothers during the day and felt a bit tired. She didn't get angry at all after hearing it. Instead, she breathed a sigh of relief and gently acted spoiled in my arms.

She asked me to take good care of my health and said that we would start preparing for pregnancy after getting the marriage certificate. She also said that she was now exercising diligently for this...

"Belinda, I don't think I've ever told you about my parents. Now that we are about to get married, I think I should make it clear to you about my parents and my financial situation..."

"It's okay, if you don't want to say it, then don't. I admire your talent. And I want to marry you, not your past. The matter of marriage won't change because of whether you have a lot of money or not." Her voice was gentle and charming.

To be honest, if it weren't for the recent suspicious incidents, these words really touched me.

Based on her financial planning and spending over the past two years, I also planned to hand over all the money to her after marriage.

But now, my heart was in turmoil. But what should come will come.

"I'll just tell you..."

"Well, go ahead. I'm listening." Her voice trembled slightly, filled with indescribable joy and anticipation.