Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 130 What would happen when I faced Betty?

"Ah... Honey, you’re just too tired, and you’ve been working nonstop," Betty finally let out, her voice a mix of frustration and understanding.

"Tomorrow’s June 14th, our anniversary... silly..."

At that moment, I was on the phone, unable to check the calendar.

I scanned the room and finally spotted a digital clock near the hotel door.

It took me a moment, but then it hit me—yes, tomorrow was indeed our wedding anniversary.

How had I forgotten such a crucial date?

The joy of returning from a business trip had overshadowed it, and the recent sorrows had made me forget.

Now, amidst this complexity, I remembered—the most important day for Betty and me, our wedding anniversary.

"Yes... our anniversary..." I murmured into the phone, my voice devoid of joy, replaced by a complex swirl of emotions.

Could our marriage, which began on an anniversary, end on one too?

What a coincidence in timing.

Could we even celebrate another anniversary together?

"It’s just too bad you’re not here, honey. Let’s make up for it when you get back, okay?" Betty’s voice crackled through the phone, oblivious to the unusual tone in my voice.

Perhaps she thought the stress of work was weighing me down, so she excitedly suggested.

"Okay, let’s not talk about this now. I’ll hang up and we can talk when I get back..."

Interrupted by Betty’s mention of our anniversary, I was in no mood to probe further.

I decided to hang up and take some time to think, as this call was turning out differently than I had expected.

"Alright, honey, come back soon. I’m waiting for you... Mwah..."

After hearing Betty’s kiss through the phone, I ended the call.

Betty’s voice faded away, and there I was, holding my phone, filled with doubts.

Why was Betty almost normal on the call, talking to me just like she always did, her emotions seeming genuine, full of concern and love for me?

Was it guilt that made her cling to me more?

I stared at the now dark computer screen, puzzled.

My mind felt like a watermelon that looks intact on the outside but is completely smashed inside.

I wanted to turn on the phone again to review everything, to confirm what I had seen was real.

Was I unable to distinguish between reality and illusion because the stress of the trip was too much?

Had it caused me to develop delusions?

I abandoned the idea of turning on the computer.

Although the call was not what I had expected, it had somewhat eased my mind.

The mental strain of the past few days had been overwhelming.

I had been unable to sleep peacefully during the trip, and even back at the company, sleep eluded me.

I needed to clear my head.

I let go of everything, lay down on the bed, and closed my eyes, ready to sleep.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, the believable phone call and the images from the surveillance kept echoing back and forth in my mind.

It was as if two little voices were arguing inside my head—one insisting everything was real, the other claiming it was all fake.

This internal conflict kept me from falling asleep for a long time.

I felt like I had been dreaming for ages, reliving the moments Betty and I met, fell in love, and eventually married.

Those were the sweetest times.

Then came the hardest days when I was diagnosed with infertility.

And now, the ongoing ordeal with Betty and Michael, marking my deepest pain.

In this lengthy dream, I experienced the full spectrum of emotions with Betty.

I didn’t know how long the dream lasted, but when it faded, I woke up.

It was already 7 PM the next evening.

Today was our wedding anniversary...

I got out of bed, feeling groggy despite the long sleep.

Dreams have a way of messing with your head.

After checking the time, I sat on the bed, pondering.

It was our anniversary.

Should I go home and see Betty?

Regardless of the outcome between us, I owed it to both of us to face her at least once more.

If possible, I wanted to spend this anniversary with her and deal with everything else later.

I didn’t want our marriage to end on this significant day.

It felt right to give us one last chance to celebrate our love.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Staring at my reflection, my face covered in stubble, I hardly recognized myself.

Even when I had to hide out in the wilderness, I had never looked this rough.

With a sigh, I shaved, washed my hair, and tried to make myself look presentable.

However, the exhaustion in my eyes was something I couldn’t wash away.

The man in the mirror looked polished but utterly worn out.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off the fatigue and depression that had seeped into my bones.

Why was I dressing up?

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Was I really preparing for a romantic dinner with Betty tonight?

Perhaps a private room at a restaurant would be the best place for us to talk.

After getting ready, I stepped out of the bathroom and glanced at the laptop and luggage on the bed.

I hesitated.

Should I take my luggage home?

In the past, I always rushed home to Betty with bags in tow after a trip.

But now, looking at my bags, I hesitated.

If everything was going to end, what was the point of bringing them?

I turned off the room lights and locked the hotel room door behind me.

I left all my luggage in the hotel room, taking only my appointment letter and the diamond ring I bought for Betty.

These were the best gifts I could offer her on our anniversary.

Before turning off the light, I took one last look at my luggage, wondering if I would soon be picking it up to go home or to leave for good.

Deep down, I knew I was fooling myself.

Dressing up neatly and carrying a gift for Betty were things I did subconsciously.

Yet, part of me still couldn’t let go of Betty, clinging to a sliver of hope and fantasy.

I stepped into a taxi, and as it sped through the familiar streets, everything seemed both known and strange.

It had been days since I last left the hotel.

Stepping out now, breathing the fresh air, felt like stepping into another world.

As I got closer to home, my emotions grew more complex.

What would happen when I faced Betty?

How would she react?

How would I?