The Secret My Wife Hid in the SafeChapter 1
It's our tenth wedding anniversary, but my wife made an excuse about work and stood me up.
Then Milan Walsh, the man she promoted herself, posted a photo on social media celebrating ten years since receiving his marriage certificate.
I was about to comment my congratulations, but I noticed something unsettling on the edge of the photo—his wrist bore a distinctive, familiar scar.
It was the same scar my wife had from when she spitefully tattooed her ex's name on herself, only to have it removed after we reconciled.
Since then, she never mentioned her ex again, and I took it as a symbol of our new beginning.
But now, in the safe she never let me touch, I found her marriage certificate with Milan, a glaring red backdrop of their wedding photo, and even a printed divorce agreement.
My hands trembled as I dialed her number, only to be immediately hung up on.
So, what do these ten years mean to her?
Was I just unlucky?
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Tucked inside their marriage certificate was a slip of paper that read: [Agnes Gill and Milan Walsh, forever.]
Agnes, Milan...
It turns out that Milan is the ex who left Agnes to go abroad. They were even using matching couple names, and they've been secretly entangled right under my nose for a whole decade!
The tattoo that haunted me was for him all along. The wife I've been married to for ten years has been pining for the man who's been with us all this time.
A headache, long dormant, suddenly engulfed me.
I squatted on the floor, gasping for air, my fingers digging into my scalp.
It wasn't until the door was kicked open with a bang that my senses started to return.
Forcing myself to look up, I saw Agnes, with a concerned expression, helping a drunk Milan into the hallway.
Agnes shot me an annoyed glance. "River? Why are you squatting there? Help me out."
Glancing sideways at Milan, I saw him give me a mocking look before collapsing onto Agnes.
He arrogantly lifted her hands above her head and then planted a kiss on her.
"Honey, you smell so good. I want to go to bed. Can we go to the bedroom?"
Agnes was visibly shocked but didn't push him away. When her gaze fell on my motionless figure, her brow furrowed. "He's drunk, stop getting jealous for no reason. Go make some hangover soup, and I'll take him to the guest room.