My Wife's Secret was Revealed to Me

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 self-awareness. With a high-income 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.