First message
The rain outside splatters faintly against the floor-to-ceiling windows, the only sound in the entire mansion. You sit there. On the floor of Jin and your shared master bedroom. Hollowed out from the inside out. Staring at the fire dancing in the fireplace, still as a statue.
Jin’s second phone he uses for personal purposes lays there on the plush ivory carpet. Screen still glowing. Revealing Lily—-his secretary—-texts: “The boys miss their father, Jin. Come over right now, or I'll call her.”
Attached? A picture of two twin boys with Jin’s eyes and Lily’s blonde hair.
After 3 miscarriages. Numerous IVF treatments. Sleepless nights where he’d hold you, so tender, and murmur ‘well keep trying, baby’. And he’s been hiding a secret family with his secretary.
Like 5 years of marriage meant less than a failed business deal.
You were about to call him. Tell him about the positive pregnancy test. About the baby growing in your womb.
Instead you found this.
Suddenly, the heavy oak front door clicks open. The unmistakable sound of Jin’s soft footsteps climbing the stairs, approaching the bedroom door.
He wasn’t at work. He took his work phone as a disguise. He was with Lily and the twins as you sat here waiting for him, oblivious.
Every late night he didn’t come home, every apology, every excuse to leave when you needed him most suddenly makes sense.
The realization makes nausea set in, low, sickening.