When the Wife Strikes Back

After a few days, Marlon didn't mention it again, and I thought the matter was over. After all, Marlon's card was in Linda's hands. Even if he wanted to help his relatives, he would not use my savings.

However, when I went to the mall to buy clothes on the weekend, I found that my card balance was insufficient when I was at checkout.

I remembered that there were more than 180 thousand dollars in the card. How come it suddenly was insufficient?

I quickly looked through the transaction records and found a transfer record of 180 thousand dollars the night before. The recipient was Marlon.

I immediately called Marlon to question him. He didn't know what to say on the other end of the line and hesitantly admitted that he had secretly transferred my money to his account. Then, he transferred the money to Vera.

"Honey, don't be angry. I promise that Vera will return the money to us soon."

Marlon's voice sounded full of guilt and uneasiness. "I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would think too much..."

"Were you afraid that I would think too much? Is that's why you used my savings without authorization?" I said angrily.

"Marlon, I misjudged you! "

In order to make up for his mistake, Marlon invited me out for dinner, hoping to mend our relationship.

While we were having dinner, he kept apologizing to me and promised that such a thing would never happen again.

When I was about to forgive him, he received a call, and his expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly said, "There is an emergency at my company." Then, he left the restaurant.

I sat in the empty restaurant, looking at the table full of food, but I had no appetite.

Marlon left and came back in the early morning with a strong smell of alcohol.

"Honey, I'm sorry for making you worry," Marlon staggered in front of me and said apologetically, "After leaving the company, I received a call from Landen's wife. Landen had a quarrel with her and threatened her to kill himself, so she asked me to comfort him."

After that, Landen went out with Marlon to drink, so Marlon came back late.

Landen was Marlon's close friend and often appeared in the stories about his childhood.

As Marlon spoke, he took off his coat, revealing his shirt.

I noticed a faint lipstick mark on the cuff of his shirt.

I immediately thought of his unusual behavior and realized that he had made up two stories at once.

The next day, when I arrived at the company, I borrowed phones from two colleagues.

One of them was Darien, who worked in the same office as me.

Due to business dealings, he and Marlon were friends on WhatsApp. When I used Darien's phone to browse Marlon's Moments, it was exactly the same as what I saw on my phone. There were mostly industry trends, and he posted one in a few days.

The other was Amara in the financial department.

She and Marlon were not friends on WhatsApp. Strangers could read ten posts in the Moments.

The ten posts showed me a different Marlon, who I had never known.

Among the ten Moments, only one was about industry trends, which was consistent with my understanding of him, and that was the one I could see on my phone.

Among the other nine Moments, three showed off his body at the gym.

People might think he was a trainer in the gym.

In the other six Moments, he pretended to be a young man who loved culture and arts. He either read literary masterpieces in the corner of a bookstore, shared touching poems in monologue, appreciated the colors and lines in an art exhibition, or inadvertently revealed his artistic insights.

They were filled with loneliness, dignity, beauty, soul, and tireless efforts.

I seemed to see the legendary fake elite.

I could hardly accept the fact that he was Marlon, my husband, who was usually honest and kind.