It was the end of the year, and bonus season had just hit. I decided to splurge and sent a surprise gift to my boyfriend’s office. The tracking notification popped up on my phone: Delivered. Yet, hours passed, and he didn't say a word. It wasn't until the next day that he finally sent a hesitant voice note. "...Babe, did you buy me a gift?" He sounded incredibly unsure, almost nervous. A sudden instinct to test him bubbled up. I half-joked, "No. Why? Did someone else buy you a gift?" He laughed it off awkwardly. "Maybe it was sent by mistake, or from another friend... I'll ask around." My heart went cold. Ask around? Who else would be sending him a set of couple's rings? 1 Realizing something was off, I pressed him intentionally. "What kind of gift was it?" Ethan stammered. "...Nothing expensive. Just a pair of sneakers." He was lying again. My heart trembled. The line went dead before I could say anything else. I was restless all day. I knew this wasn't simple. When he came home that night, he acted perfectly normal. It was as if the afternoon's conversation never happened. I brought it up on purpose. "Where are the sneakers? Let me see them." He froze for a second. "What sneakers?" Then he recovered. "Oh, those. It was a colleague's order sent to my desk by mistake. I already gave them back." He immediately changed the subject. "I'm going to take a shower. We can talk later." He walked into the bathroom, gripping his phone tightly in his hand. Even when we went to bed, the phone never left his side. He had a privacy screen protector, so I couldn't see a thing. I swallowed my anxiety and waited. Finally, I heard the soft rhythm of his snoring. Holding my breath like a thief in my own home, I slid his phone out from under his pillow. I used his thumb to unlock it. In eight years together, this was the first time I had ever checked his phone. His texts and WhatsApp were clean. Too clean. I trusted my gut. I swiped up to see his recently used apps. Aside from the usual social media, I saw an app he hadn't used in years—Discord. driven by some invisible force, I opened it. The chat list was empty. He had cleared the history. But I knew Discord's search function could sometimes pull up cached logs. I typed "Ring" into the search bar. A recent chat log appeared immediately. ...Found it. My fingertips trembled as I clicked on it. My heart felt like it had been stabbed. Right after Ethan asked me about the gift this morning, he immediately messaged a user named "Chloe_XO". Because I denied sending it, he assumed the gift was from her. Ethan: Babe, the gift arrived. Chloe_XO: ...What gift? Ethan: The couple's rings. Chloe_XO: What rings? What are you talking about? Ethan didn't reply for a long time. He must have realized that if neither I nor Chloe sent them, he was in trouble. He started spinning a lie to cover his tracks. Ethan: My project bonus came in. I bought us a pair of couple's rings. It's my surprise for you. She replied instantly. Chloe_XO: Thank you, hubby! <3 She added a cute sticker of a bear hugging a heart. I felt dizzy, the room spinning around me. Ethan was cheating. He had a mistress. But a few seconds later, I clicked on Chloe's profile picture, and that theory crumbled. Her profile picture was a wedding photo. And the groom was Ethan. They... were already married? I wasn't the girlfriend being cheated on. I was the mistress. 2 I didn't sleep a wink. I didn't confront Ethan immediately. instead, I pretended I knew nothing. After he left for work, I called in sick. I drove straight to the address mentioned in their chat history history—a house in the suburbs. I stood at the door for a long time, building up the courage to ring the bell. A little boy, maybe five or six years old, opened the door. He looked at me curiously, then turned back and yelled, "Mom... someone's here." My heart was in my throat. Chloe finally appeared. She looked just like her wedding photo, though tired. She wore loose loungewear, no makeup. Her belly was visibly rounded. She was at least six months pregnant. In her hand, she held a bunch of unwashed vegetables. She looked like the quintessential wife waiting for her husband to return. My gaze drifted down to her hand. On her finger sat a diamond band. It was the female ring from the set I had sent Ethan. "Can I... help you?" she asked, looking confused as she pulled her son close. My throat felt like it was filled with sand. "Do you know Ethan Miller?" Before Chloe could speak, the little boy chirped up. "Ethan is my Daddy! Do you have work stuff for my Daddy?" Chloe smiled politely. "Ethan is my husband." The sky crashed down on me. I could barely stand. "...How long have you been married?" Chloe frowned slightly. "Who... are you?" "I..." Before I could answer, my phone rang. It was Ethan. I declined it. He called again. And again. When I finally answered, Ethan's voice was dark and terrifying. "Sarah, leave my house right now!" I gritted my teeth. "Why should I? I'm going to get to the bottom of this today!" "I'll tell you everything you want to know," he hissed, panic seeping in. "Just don't stress Chloe out. She's pregnant. If anything happens to the baby, you can't handle the consequences." His voice was full of threats. He sounded like a stranger. In front of me, Chloe still looked confused. "Do you need something from my husband? He's at work. He won't be back until seven." "Are you a friend of his? Why don't you stay for dinner? I made extra." She smiled warmly. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest. She was pregnant. Innocent. If I caused a scene now, and she miscarried... I don't remember how I left. As soon as I got downstairs to the parking lot, I saw Ethan sprinting toward me like a madman. He had been watching me through their doorbell camera. "You... you didn't say anything to Chloe, did you?" "She's carrying my child, Sarah. I'm begging you, don't hurt her, okay?" "If you have anger, take it out on me." His face was full of pleading. He looked like he was about to cry. To maintain a shred of dignity, I said, "Let's go back to my place." The moment we walked through my door, he dropped to his knees. Thud. "Sarah, I'm sorry. Hit me, curse at me, just please calm down!" "...So the child is yours? Chloe is really your wife?" He wept, nodding his head, his face buried in his hands. I swayed on my feet. "So, which one of us is the mistress?" 3 He was silent for a long time. Finally, the truth came out. We had been together for eight years. In our second year, he started sleeping with Chloe. "You were sent to London for that assignment... eighteen months. We were apart. I'm a man, Sarah, I have needs." "Chloe was an intern at my company. She confessed to me first..." "The first time, I was drunk. I pretended she was you. I didn't think one time would result in a pregnancy." "You know my parents were pressuring me to settle down. I knew you were focused on your career, and because of your parents' divorce, you were terrified of marriage. I didn't want to force you... and Chloe was pregnant, so..." I laughed. A dry, humorless sound. "So you married her?" He nodded silently. "Sarah, but I love you. Chloe is just a responsibility... you have to believe me!" He tried to grab my hand. Nausea rolled in my stomach. I shoved him away. This man was a stranger. While I was in London for a year and a half, we FaceTimed every day. He reported his location constantly. Whenever he had a holiday, he flew to see me. I remember one Valentine's Day. He had a 102-degree fever but flew across the ocean just to stand under my apartment building and surprise me. I stood there in the snow, moved to tears by his pale face and his declarations of love. But that same year... He not only cheated, but he also started a whole other family. He played me like a fool. For the next six years, every "business trip" or "overtime" was spent in that suburban house. Earlier this year, he and Chloe conceived their second child. The happiness I thought I had was more fragile than a soap bubble. It was all fake. "Sarah..." Ethan was hyperventilating from crying so hard. "Please forgive me. I really can't live without you!" I looked at him, feeling nothing but irony. "You still want to be with me?" He nodded frantically. "What about your wife and kids?" "I already discussed it with Chloe. We have an open marriage. She won't interfere with my life." "As long as you don't go to her, don't bother her, she won't trouble us." I smiled. Then I yanked my hand away. "Ethan, do you think this is the 1800s? You want a harem?" "Get out!" I grabbed a heavy glass ashtray from the table and smashed it on the floor. "Get the hell out of my house!" I used every ounce of strength to shove him out the door. He pounded on it for a while, begging. Then, silence. Followed by a dry, awkward voice through the wood. He dropped the act. "Sarah, my son has a fever. He needs his dad. I have to go..." And then, he was gone. My head spun. I broke out in a cold sweat. I checked my temperature. 104 degrees. I collapsed onto the sofa and passed out. When I woke up, it was the next morning. Ethan hadn't come back. I was fully awake now. The fever had burned away the delusions. I couldn't stay in this sick triangle. I needed to cut Ethan out like a tumor. I remembered seeing Chloe's user ID on Discord. I sent a friend request. I got straight to the point: [Do you know Ethan is living a double life? We need to meet.] A long time later, she replied: [Okay.] I went to her house again. This time, as soon as I walked in, I asked her to unplug the security cameras. I laid it all out. "He lied to both of us. We are both victims here. We need to team up and make him pay." Chloe listened quietly, her expression bland. "Are you done?" "Sarah, did you really think I didn't know you existed?"
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