Husband's Secrets

It was at dawn.

My cell phone rang with a message.

I knew who it was from without even checking on it.

Recently, I would receive photos from a strange woman every morning, which all were about how she and my husband were intimate with each other.

The photos all set against a gigantic clock at Belinda Square.

Sometimes, it was at 2 a.m. Sometimes, it was at 3 a.m.

Every time she messaged me, she would provoke me, saying, "Your husband is my kept man."

I laughed it off every time.

After all, my husband, Spencer Horne, had been sleeping beside me all this time.

I clicked open the photos.