Chapter 9 Do You Have A Mistress

'A spam message?'

That was obviously a lie. During the past seven years, Walter must have lied to her so many times that Molly didn't even know what was true and what wasn't.

When did her husband begin lying to her? How many lies had he told her?

Whenever Walter told a lie, Molly felt like her heart was being cut into pieces by an invisible hand.

Although she knew that he was lying, she still smiled and said calmly, "Oh, I see. Spam messages these days are so annoying. They even disturb others late at night."

She decided to just go along with his lie.

When Walter was sure that Molly found nothing fishy with his words, he touched the cold beads of sweat on his forehead and went back to bed. "Yes. All of these spam messages and frauds are really annoying. Honey, you must be tired today. Let's go to back to bed."

But just as Walter had lay down and was about to close his eyes to go back to sleep, Molly whispered in his ear, "Honey, when did you set up a password to your phone?"

As her breath hit Walter's ears, his body started trembling violently.

How could he forget that?

He was so worried that his wife would check the contents of his cellphone, so he set up a password on purpose.

However, he didn't expect that he would be caught by his wife today.

Meanwhile, Molly just lay beside him, waiting for him to answer her question.

After panicking for a short period, Walter was finally able to calm himself down. He put on a gentle smile and explained, "Honey, don't think too much about it. You know how special my identity is. I am the CEO of an entertainment company and the paparazzi always have their eyes on me. The reason why I put up a password is that I'm afraid they would get their hands on my phone and leak some important information."

What he said only gave himself away. Molly didn't argue with him, but she continued to ask, "Really? That's right. The paparazzi are very annoying now. What's the password then? I thought it would be my birthday but it wasn't. I even entered our daughter's and your parents' birthdays, and our wedding anniversary, but all were wrong."

Needless to say, it would be difficult for Walter to get away with it tonight.

All he could do was continue finding an excuse to justify what he had done.

"If I had used one of those, the paparazzi would be able to guess the password easily, so I set up a complicated one."

"Really? But why are you so worried about your phone? Are you hiding something from us on your phone? Or are you hiding photos of some other woman there?"

Molly bombarded Walter with a series of questions, which caused him to break up into a cold sweat.

She was acting quite unusual tonight. Actually, she had been acting very weirdly all day.

She had never been the type to question him for so many details, nor had she ever doubted him.

Had he been exposed?

Not knowing how to answer her questions, Walter lowered his head and began to think hard about how to deal with this situation.

But as he was scouring his brain for a way to deal with it, Molly gave him a sweet smile and said, "Honey, I was just kidding! Why are you so nervous? Are you really hiding some secrets in your phone?"

Seeing such a tender smile on her face, Walter couldn't help but be a little shocked.

She seemed so innocent, and it didn't look like she was actually suspicious of him.

Hearing this, he heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he stretched out his arm and locked Molly in a tight embrace. "You're so naughty! I don't have any secrets in my phone. I would never keep secrets from you. Come on, you got really tired today. Let's sleep."

Molly nodded. She was fed up with this, and she didn't want to talk about it anymore. Perhaps, she was just really exhausted today.

What was more, she was afraid that he would see through her if she didn't stop.

After saying good night to her husband, Molly turned off the bedside lamp and fell asleep.

It was a peaceful night.

But after falling asleep while holding each other, they slowly drifted further and further apart in their sleep as the night went on.

When Molly woke up, she found that Walter was sleeping with his back to her. She was on one side of the bed, while her husband was sleeping on the other.

Still feeling exhausted, Molly closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

She was in no mood to get up and make breakfast for her husband like she always did.

Today, she wanted to go on a strike.

At half past six in the morning, Walter woke up.

He turned around and looked at his wife who was still sleeping in bed. She looked every bit as adorable as a lazy cat.

He shook his head dotingly, bent over, and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.

When he saw how tired she seemed, he couldn't help but pity her and blame himself.

From now on, he should take good care of his wife.

After taking a bath and putting on some clothes, Walter went downstairs and entered the kitchen.

Walter remembered when they had just gotten married, he would cook for his wife. But ever since he took over the company from his father-in-law, he had seldom cooked for her.

Perhaps it was because of guilt, or because he didn't want his wife to feel wronged, he was willing to be the perfect husband today.

He opened the refrigerator and took out some eggs and tomatoes. He knew that braised noodles with tomatoes was Molly's favorite food, so that was what he decided to make.

After a while, Molly finally woke up. She reached out to touch the other side of the bed out of habit.

And she found it empty.

Had he already left?

After washing her face, Molly made her way downstairs to get something to eat from the kitchen.

But the moment she went downstairs, a sweet smell filled her nose. She looked towards the kitchen in amazement and couldn't help but speed up her pace.

And as soon as she arrived at the kitchen door, she was greeted with the sight of her husband cooking noodles.

The smell was still exactly the same as she remembered, but her husband seemed a little unfamiliar.

Struck with that realization, her eyes turned red.

How long had it been since he had done anything thoughtful like this for her?

Molly sniffed, walked up to Walter slowly, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Feeling Molly's arms around him, Walter was surprised. He didn't even notice that Molly had woken up and entered the kitchen.

He checked the noodles, and when he saw that they were ready, Walter turned off the heat, faced his wife, and rubbed the tip of her nose. "Your timing is perfect. I cooked your favorite braised noodles with tomatoes. Look at yourself. Why are your eyes red? Do you feel moved?"

Whenever he did something like this for her, she would be moved to tears.

That was why Walter didn't want to file for a divorce, even if he cheated on his wife.

The happy moments they shared and the trust they had for each other in their marriage made him unwilling to divorce her.

He was sure that he loved his wife more than that woman.

But could Molly tolerate his immoral behavior?