Nighttime 4

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Could it be that Jack always sneaks out at night to fool around with other women, but he’s worried that I might wake up in the middle of the night and find him gone? So he asked his friend Brian to lie next to me as his substitute. 

After all, they have similar builds. This way, even if I wake up in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t be able to see clearly who’s lying next to me in the dark, and naturally, I wouldn’t disturb my “sleeping husband.” 

That means the two times I heard the door opening before weren’t burglars, but my husband letting Brian lie next to me while he sneaked out to fool around. 

Thinking about this, everything suddenly made sense. Why I suddenly found the voice of the “husband” next to me strange, why he would become stiff as if touched by a stranger when I touched his body – because it wasn’t my husband Jack at all, but Brian. 

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I finally understood why he always smelled of alcohol early in the morning, and why he was wearing formal clothes that night when I saw him with Brian. Brian must have realized they couldn’t keep up the charade and ran to the bathroom to call Jack, telling him to come back quickly. 

That’s why Brian couldn’t look me in the eye that day, always avoiding my gaze. 

Realizing this, I collapsed onto the bed. I laughed bitterly at myself. I couldn’t believe such an obvious trick had gone unnoticed by me. If I hadn’t woken up suddenly tonight and heard their conversation, I probably would have continued being the fool. 

I suddenly got up, about to yank open the bedroom door, but in the end, I calmed down. Even if I rushed out now and tore Jack to pieces, it wouldn’t change anything. Once someone’s heart has changed, it’s like spilled water that can’t be gathered back. 

I wanted to see what else he would do to keep me in the dark. 

Thinking this, I slowly went back to bed and lay down, no longer paying attention to the voices outside. 

It was already midnight. I just lay there silently on the bed. 

About half an hour passed, and the room fell into complete silence. Then, once again, there was a faint sound of a door closing outside. Compared to the previous two times, this door-closing sound was obviously much quieter. 

If I had been asleep, I definitely wouldn’t have heard it. 

It was this sound of the door closing that completely broke my heart. Perhaps our marriage had been a mistake from the very beginning. 

Another half hour passed, and the lock on the bedroom door started to turn. The sound was still very small, hardly making any noise at all, pulling me back from my complicated thoughts. It seemed Brian had come in. 

In the darkness, I squinted my eyes. I couldn’t see very clearly, only able to make out a figure entering the room, carefully closing the door, and then tiptoeing to my bedside. 

It was undoubtedly Brian. 

His every movement was like walking on a tightrope, extremely careful, as if worried I might suddenly wake up. 

After reaching the bedside, he paused for a long time. Finally, he gently pulled back the 

covers and slowly lay down. 

To be honest, my feelings right now were extremely complicated. There was the grief and 

anger from my husband’s betrayal, but also, strangely, excitement and nervousness from 

him personally sending his friend to my bed. 

After Brian lay down beside me, even his breathing was barely audible. I knew he must be 

very nervous too. 

I laughed at myself again. 

My husband, in order to go out and fool around at night, actually sent his handsome 

friend to my bed. This is something even movies wouldn’t dare to portray, yet it was 

happening to me. 

I thought to myself: “Oh, Jack. I don’t think I’ve ever wronged you in any way. Since we got married, I’ve tried my best to satisfy all your wants. And this is how it ends up. I’m so 

angry!” 

Thinking about everything that had happened, my anger level skyrocketed. Suddenly, an extremely bold idea surged into my mind. 

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Alright, Jack. You forced me into this. Since you sent Brian to my bed to impersonate you, there’s nothing wrong with me being intimate with my “husband,” right? I’ll just pretend that the person lying next to me now is Jack. I want to see how you’ll deal with this 

aftermath.