Finally, I had a flash of inspiration and entered the combination of Grace's and my birthday to unlock it.
Her phone was very monotonous without any particular software for fun. It didn't look like a young person's phone at all.
I opened the address book, but my phone number was not saved there. Her social platform had no information about me or other friends at all.
There was only one account named "Y".
I was a little confused and opened the album again. It was full of naked photos of Grace like a toy under the camera. She smiled in every picture but looked desperate.
I seemed to realize something, and clicked randomly to open the hidden interface in the phone, and there was only a memo on it.
I clicked it with trembling fingers.
What unfolded before my eyes was all the agony my sister had suffered in the past three years after her marriage. In the beginning, she narrated her longings for her husband and revealed her collapse and shattering in the end. The man she regarded as a hero on her social account was actually a devil.
I stared at Grace's belly in a daze and touched it, only to feel a penetrating cold.
At first, I thought she conceived his child, my little nephew, but it turned out to be the incarnation of her suffering.
That night, with the help of Grace's memo, I met her nominal husband for the first time.
He was the devil who dragged my sister into hell.
He was holding a woman's waist, holding up a glass of wine, showing off his recent achievements. He commented without hesitation on his toy's lack of durability and finally sneered. "A lady from an aristocratic family must be much more durable than ordinary women."
After he finished speaking, the whole place burst into laughter and started to jokingly ask him, "Mr. Thompson, do you want to hunt another chick for fun tonight?"
William shook his head. "It's not easy to find such a stunner, but I heard that this woman had a younger sister before, but unfortunately, the little one died in her childhood."
I wore a mask and hid behind the wall, biting my lips tightly until my mouth was filled with blood; otherwise, I would go completely insane and kill those scumbags.
After the party was over, I asked the attendant next to me and found out his name.
The devil was William Thompson.