Her Lover Was Before My Eyes

My heart sank, my fingers clenching the blanket.

Lincoln High? Transferred last year?

But Sophia had told me Michael’s kid had been eating chips in her car.

A chill shot up from the soles of my feet, freezing my breath.

I forced a smile and nodded.

“Convenient, then. That’s good.”

My voice was steady, but inside I was in turmoil.

The dream had been real.

Sophia really was cheating.

The next day, Sophia came home.

She rushed to my bedside, her voice full of concern.

“Ethan, are you feeling better? The doctor said your body’s still weak—you need to take good care of yourself.”

She set down several shopping bags filled with my favorite fruits and supplements, and a limited-edition tie.

“You looked at it a couple of times at the mall. I remembered and went to buy it for you today.”

My heart trembled.

She was still the same as before—thoughtful, attentive, remembering every little thing I liked.

That night, she cooked dinner herself, making my favorite chicken soup, fussing over me to stay off my phone and get some rest.

But my chest was a storm.

Later, while she showered, she left her phone on the nightstand.

I stared at it, my pulse pounding in my throat.

At last, I reached for it.

The password was still my birthday.

The screen lit up—her wallpaper was a photo of us at the beach. She was leaning against me, smiling wide, her eyes so soft they could melt anyone.

My fingers trembled as I scrolled through her WhatsApp.

No secrets. No flirty messages. Everything was clean.

Even her Amazon and Walmart orders were all for me.

My suspicions nearly dissolved—until I opened TikTok.

In her messages, there was one chat that stood out: “No Onions No Ginger.”

I clicked.

Message after message filled the screen.

“Baby, I miss you.”

“Don’t let him touch you tonight. I want you pure for me.”

Each word pierced my eyes like a blade.

What stunned me even more was Sophia’s tone. She was always so reserved with everyone else, cold as ice.

But with him, she was patient, gentle, almost doting.

“Don’t worry. I’m keeping myself just for you.”

“You were incredible last night. I’m still aching for you now.”

Her words were dripping with affection, indulgent like she was coaxing a spoiled boy.

My hand froze on the screen, my chest suffocating with pain.

I opened his TikTok profile.

All his posts were ordinary, yet filled with subtle signs of intimacy.

A blurry photo of a woman’s back—the necklace she wore identical to Sophia’s.

A late-night video showing two bowls on a table, captioned: “Thanks, babe, for the midnight snack.”

And the latest post—a delicate hand fastening a tie clip.

The caption read:

“The luckiest thing in my life was meeting you.”

Cold sweat drenched my palms.

The woman everyone praised as “the perfect wife,” gentle and restrained with me, distant with outsiders—had given all her unrestrained passion and love to another man.