When the wife looked through her husband’s phone late one night, curiosity mixed with suspicion led her to the contact list. Three names stood out, triggering a storm in her chest:
- “The Sensitive One”
- “The Incredible One”
- “The Incredible One” (again?)
Her heart pounded. Her hands trembled. “Why would he save two contacts with the same affectionate title?” she thought, her mind racing with dreadful possibilities.
Consumed with doubt and fury, she dialed the first number, fully prepared for confrontation.
A soft, familiar voice answered — it was his mother.
Surprised but still skeptical, she dialed the second.
This time, his sister picked up, laughing gently, thinking it was a pocket dial.
Now thoroughly confused but still clutching at threads of mistrust, she tapped the third number.
Her own phone rang.
She froze. Her reflection in the phone screen stared back, full of regret.
Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled uncontrollably down her cheeks. She sobbed until her eyes were swollen and red, devastated by her own misplaced suspicion. How could she think so low of the man she loved? Guilt consumed her.
The next morning, she handed her husband her entire month’s salary, murmuring, “I’m so sorry… for not trusting you.”
The husband smiled gently, took the money, kissed her forehead… and later that evening, transferred the amount to a secret account.
He had saved his girlfriend’s number under ‘Mike the Mechanic’.
And with the money, he bought her a new iPhone and a weekend getaway.
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