Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 225 Was she contacting Michael?

"I’m done talking, let’s just go to sleep. I’ll handle everything at the office tomorrow, I’m too tired... That was terrifying..." I waved my hand, deciding not to continue.

Speaking too much might only raise Betty’s suspicions.

With my limited knowledge of psychology, I felt this was just the right amount to reveal.

I left the living room to change out of my clothes, noticing it was already 11:52 PM.

As I undressed, my eyes briefly scanned the adjacent bedroom.

The door was open, and there was no sign of Michael.

After finishing up, I made a point to light incense for my parents on the balcony, a ritual I performed every time I returned from a business trip.

It was a way to check in on my parents and seek blessings, but this time, there was an additional purpose: to look for Michael.

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I feared he might still be in the house.

If I could hide on the balcony, why couldn’t Michael?

Although the likelihood was incredibly low, given how quickly I had entered the house, Michael wouldn’t have had time to react if he had been with Betty.

Once everything was settled, I changed into my pajamas and lay in bed, my breathing still not completely calm.

The events of the evening had been overwhelming, and I had just forced myself to smooth things over.

The tension and suppression I felt were genuine, mirroring the emotions of my failed undercover escape.

Lying in bed, Betty was beside me, her hand gently stroking my chest as if to calm me, her breathing rapid but controlled.

Her trembling hand revealed her true inner turmoil.

Neither of us spoke, each trying to settle our own tumultuous thoughts.

Betty was likely sorting through everything, trying to make sense of it all, while I pondered my next move.

My impulsive actions had exposed my feigned business trip.

What should I do next?

I remembered Betty mentioning she would visit Michael at the cottage tomorrow afternoon.

With my sudden return home, would she still go?

Regardless, I planned to leave under the guise of going to work tomorrow, then continue monitoring from the cottage.

However, I had to return home in the evening as usual.

Although I had given Betty "time," the shock might have disrupted their plans.

I had decided not to confront Michael immediately because I needed concrete evidence, specifically footage of them in the act. Find your next read on novelbuddy

Although I had witnessed it in the living room, I hadn’t recorded it, so I forced myself to wait a bit longer, feeling unresolved.

Everything depended on tomorrow...

Betty and I lay there, each lost in our thoughts.

I tried to calm my breathing, but sleep eluded me for a long time.

Eventually, Betty’s breathing evened out next to me.

Knowing she had fallen asleep before me was a relief; it meant her mind wasn’t as burdened as I had feared.

If she had been seriously suspicious, it likely would have been a sleepless night for her.

Betty drifted off, and soon after, so did I.

The past few days of tracking and surveillance had left me utterly exhausted.

It had been a while since I had the peace of lying quietly in my own bed.

The familiar scents and textures of home brought a deep sense of security, though I wondered how long this feeling of home would last.

The next morning, I was the first to wake.

Betty lay quietly beside me, the sky just beginning to lighten.

I glanced at the clock; it was only 4:15 AM, still over two hours before our usual waking time.

I thought about getting up to go to the bathroom, but Betty’s arm was tightly pinning mine under her head.

Turning my head to look at her peaceful face, I doubted the reality of what I had seen over the past few days.

It all seemed like a dream, unbelievable unless witnessed firsthand.

What was driving her?

My curiosity was piqued, yet I couldn’t just ask Betty outright.

If I did, she might confess something, but would she reveal everything?

After being deceived repeatedly, my trust in Betty was shaken—I couldn’t fully believe her anymore.

My main concern now was about this afternoon.

I remembered from last night’s conversation that Betty had planned to skip work to meet Michael at the cottage.

Would she still go after last night’s disruption?

My sudden call had made her cancel her overnight stay, showing she was being cautious.

But after last night’s scare, would she risk it?

Normally, she wouldn’t go, but if she did, it must mean she had a compelling reason to see Michael.

Perhaps Michael held a place in her heart that was worth the risk.

As I pondered, time ticked by.

Eventually, I felt Betty stir beside me.

Turning my head slightly, I noticed her eyelids twitching—she was about to wake up.

I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to sleep.

I wanted to avoid any conversation with Betty before the afternoon; I feared I might give something away.

It wasn’t long before I felt the weight lift from my arm, and I heard the mattress creak.

Betty must have sat up.

She yawned, and then the room fell silent.

She was probably looking at me, maybe thinking things over.

I was tempted to peek, but I didn’t want to risk getting caught.

After what felt like an eternity, I sensed Betty tiptoeing around the bed and then heard the door open as she went to the bathroom.

Once I was sure she had left the room, I checked the time: 5:42 AM, still over forty minutes before our usual wake-up time.

Betty’s sleep was definitely affected.

Just then, I heard a sound from the bathroom—not a ringtone, but more like a notification sound.

Was Betty texting someone in there?

I couldn’t help myself; I got up and tiptoed to the bathroom door.

Crouching down, I pressed my ear against it.

Sure enough, I heard the soft taps of someone typing on a phone.

Betty had put her phone on silent, but I could still hear the clicks of the keys.

Was she contacting Michael?

It seemed likely.

Maybe Michael had been calling every morning to check in, flirt a bit, share their longing for each other.

Betty getting up so early—was it just because she couldn’t sleep, or was she up early to send a warning message to Michael?

Just then, I heard the toilet flush.

I rushed back to the room and sat on the bed.

I didn’t have time to cover up and pretend to be asleep before Betty came back.

Caught off guard, I just leaned against the headboard, pretending I had just woken up.