It is the weekend. The feeling of last night still lingering. I open my eye's and the space next to me is empty. I check the clock on my phone. It is 8:45 in the morning. His phone is on the nightstand as well. He always leaves it whenever he goes for a morning run. He always comes back at around 9:30.
I get up to go take a quick shower, I hear a notification coming from his phone. "Ting"
I always respected his privacy because he never questioned mine as well. We never check each others phones but, lately I have been questioning his loyalty and last night proved it.
I take his phone and type in the password I knew from a long time ago hoping he didn't change it. I guess he didn't because it works. I immediately go to his messages and it is from his student Ms Thompson. I ignore it and scroll lower. Majority of the messages are from students. The rest of the students messages are normal but Ms Thompson's messages stands out.
As I scroll down, gifs of love are sent from her. Alex never responded but she never stopped sending. I scroll back up to the most recent message and that is what confirms my suspicions.
"Thanks for last night Mr Hart." I stay frozen. I didn't know how to feel or react. So he is fucking cheating. I thought he went to work to lecture but, he is also fucking his students.
I scroll through more messages and there is a unique name on it. I couldn't read it but, it was written in a foreign language. The texts are in English though. There is a screenshot of 1 000 000 dollars transferred to Alex's account. I scroll down further and there is a message above the screenshot.
"They got delivered safely. Thank you." I scroll down further and I see a picture of a bag. The bag has blood patches on it. My heart starts to pound. Before I can go any further. I hear the door, downstairs opening. I quickly take a screenshot of his contact details and sent them to myself then send a message to Ms Thompson then deleted everything from his phone. I switch off his phone and place it where it was and take my phone with me to the bathroom and lock it.
I hear the door to our bedroom open and hear his footsteps. I quickly run to the shower and open the tap to indicate that I'm in the bathroom. I hop into the shower since I was already naked. I take a quick shower then wrap a towel around my body and hair. I walk out of the bathroom with my phone.
"Had a nice run sweety?" I smile. Hiding my panic as I dry my hair with the towel. He is busy typing on his phone. Unaware of my snooping and betraying his trust. I feel guilty for doing that.
"Yes, are you done using the bathroom? I have to go somewhere right now." He states as he,switches his phone off. I nod and he gets up and goes to the bathroom.
I get ready in our walk-in closet. I throw on a simple floral dress with flip flops since I'm not planning on going out today. I go downstairs, to the living room and take a seat on the couch. I call my children and we talk for a few minutes. He eventually climbs down the stairs.
He's dressed like he's staying at home as well. White short sleeved shirt and black sweatpants with air forces.
"I'm going out." He states and I smile at him.
"Okay have fun." I reply as I return to be busy with my phone. Pretending like I'm not curious. He stares at me for too long then he finally takes his car keys and leaves. Immediately after I hear the car leave I go to the screenshots I took of that weird contact.
I save it on my other phone which I rarely use and it shows that its a contact belonging to a normal business. The contact shows that they are selling perfumes, jewelry and more which contradicts to what I have seen on Alex's phone. I legit saw blood on that bag. I type in a text.
"What's in the bag?" I don't know why I typed that but I really want to know what's in the bag and why it costs so much money. I hope it's some sort of rare meat that Alex sells. The text shows two ticks then writes seen under it.
"Who's this?" The man on the other side questions.
"You don't need to know that. Tell me what's in that bloody bag." I reply. Waiting for an answer. I don't care about survival instincts right now. I'm tired of Alex always hiding from me and if he doesn't tell me then I'll find out the truth myself.
"What bloody bag are you talking about? If you want a customized bag, feel free to check on our website. The link is in our bio." I start to get annoyed. Why is he pretending? He knows what I'm talking about.
"The bag I sold to you." I reply. Hoping that he'll assume that I am Alex but, these people aren't easy to trick.
"Miss/Sir, I don't know what you are talking about. I don't even know who I'm speaking to." He replies. He really doesn't want to budge. I type in the last reply which is a request.
"I want you to do me a favor. I'll pay you a lot of money but you'll get it after you do what I asked you to do. Are you in?" I reply.
"If you wanted a hitman you could've said so from the beginning. I'll wait for your message." They finally break character. I guess there is something in that bag.
The rest of the day passes like a blur. It is currently 7pm and its already dark. Alex hasn't returned and I know he isn't returning anytime soon. I go to the closet and prepare my outfit.
I slip into a black, form-fitting jumpsuit, the soft fabric hugging my curves for silent, swift movement. Over it, I wear a dark gray hoodie, the hood pulled up to conceal my face. My feet are in black combat boots, designed for stealth. Gloved in thin, black leather. I have an important appointment to go to.