The Secret in Her Second Phone

Summary

My wife was six months pregnant and insisted on going on a business trip out of town. I begged her not to go, for the sake of our child. My wife reassured me, saying the more she earned now, the easier my life would be. As I helped her pack her lingerie bag, a spare phone I’d never seen before fell out. The screen flickered, displaying a private message.

“You’re such a pervert, can’t you even stop when you’re pregnant?”

I stared at the contact name for five seconds. Then I remembered: that name was “Master.” And I was “Good Guy.”

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