I Saw Your Husband the Day Before Yesterday

He was particularly vigorous that night. Afterwards, he headed to the bathroom, and as I watched his broad silhouette, I smiled contentedly.

Just as I was about to get up and freshen up myself, his phone on the nightstand lit up with a new WhatsApp message. I caught a glimpse and suddenly, I was frozen in place... ...

My finger had just touched the phone, intent on uncovering the secret of the message, when George turned around and came back into the bedroom, swiftly taking away my doubts. He glanced at the phone in his hand and said nonchalantly in response to my stunned look, "It's Fiona."

"What are you afraid of me finding out?" My voice was full of questions, my heart was racing, and an uncomfortable premonition was spreading in my heart.

Just four words — "Did she find out?" — were enough to send my imagination running wild, the ambiguity and secrecy of the message sent chills down my spine.

Intuition surged like a tide, and I scrutinized George, a woman's intuition telling me that things were not simple.

But he just chuckled, casually tossed the phone aside, then pulled me into his arms and kissed me as if to say, "You're overthinking it; she was talking about my mom, she's been sneaking money behind my back again."

Fiona, his sister, was indulged to the point of whining without sickness, it had become her norm. Her life was like a game, carefree and without the need to toil.

I couldn't help but ask, "Isn't the money she's sneaking away your mother's money?"

He answered with a smile, embracing my naked body tightly, caressing me as we walked toward the bathroom, "That's right, it's all my wife's money."

His words warmed my heart. I had always been generous with his family without any reservations, firmly believing that reciprocating with sincerity is most important for family harmony.

A warm shared bath was like a healing potion, washing away my doubts and complaints. The flowers in my heart blossomed, and any displeasure dissolved in the steam.

Lying in his arms at night, I brought up the matter of the school district housing again, which had almost become an obsession for me.

Since our marriage, we have been living in this small 45 square meter apartment. I don't mind the small space, but I can't let our child lose at the starting line, right?

Our child will soon be attending school, and there are no good schools in our current district.

Truth be told, we've had enough money saved up for a house for years now, but George always said there was no rush. With the rapid development in G city, he wanted to find a better location so we could settle in one step and avoid moving repeatedly.

Tonight, when I brought it up again, he didn't argue. He patted my shoulder, kissed my forehead, and said, "Okay, I'll keep an eye out. If there's something suitable, I'll take you to see it, and you can decide!"

I was quite satisfied with this answer, blissfully drifting off to sleep while dreaming about a beautiful, large house.

The next morning.

Right after dropping my daughter off at kindergarten, I received a call from my best friend Monica, asking me to meet at our usual spot.

Of course, I responded immediately and quickly took a taxi to our agreed meeting place.

Monica is my only friend in G city, the kind with whom I can talk about anything. However, it was rare for her to call me this early; she's a busy woman, an agent at a film and media company.

As I walked into our favorite dessert shop, I saw her sitting in the corner with a laptop in front of her, her fair hands scratching away continuously. A ray of morning sun shone on her, serene and beautiful, quite a sight.

Seeing me come in, she waved at me.

I hurried over and teased her as I arrived, "Why are you so free today, calling me out so early in the morning?"

Monica rolled her eyes at me and said, "Can't I be concerned about you?"

"Ha ha, of course!" I sat down and without any ceremony took the cup of coffee she had ordered for me, taking a sip, "But aren't you usually busy? I'm just a lady of leisure!"

"Ha! The cheek of you to say that," she laughed. "I think you've become spoiled rotten by George, and don't say I didn't warn you – people shouldn't get too comfortable. It makes them complacent!"

After saying that, she gave me a meaningful look.

For some reason, her words made my heart skip a beat. I looked at her and asked casually, "What do you mean? Is there a hidden message?"

She lowered her gaze to her laptop screen, seemingly trying to conceal something, "Nonsense, just taking a jab at you!"

Then she suddenly looked up at me and said, "I saw George the day before yesterday!"