Part 1The General's Secret

Went on a blind date with my best friend. She fancied a Tech CEO, I fancied a Major General.

After engagement, the Major General and I had a long-distance relationship for years. He always used "strict discipline" as an excuse, even holding hands was restrained and polite.

On the wedding night, he was like a different person, tossing me all night without pity, changing sheets four times.

As for my best friend, she finally walked down the aisle with the CEO after on-and-off relationships.

At my best friend's wedding, my Major General husband, who usually never touched alcohol, got drunk to the point of unconsciousness.

He curled up in the corner resisting everyone's approach, only my best friend's gentle comfort could quiet him down.

When sending us to the car, my best friend carefully sent the precautions for taking care of him to my phone, and whispered instructions in my ear repeatedly.

Looking at him leaning on my shoulder drunkenly, an indescribable sourness rose in my heart.

I struggled to help him to the sofa, he backhanded pressed me under him, with a broken crying voice:

"Bella, I beg you... don't marry him, okay?"

The phone screen lit up, the wallpaper was originally a photo of the three of us, now cropped to only him and Bella.

I froze on the spot, heart felt like being cut open knife by knife.

Bella, is my best friend for over twenty years.

Turns out Gavin Sterling got drunk not for blessing, but because the person hidden in his heart finally became someone else's bride.

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My eyes instantly reddened, even voice was trembling.

"Gavin, look clearly who I am?!"

No response, only the sound of his heavy breathing as he fell into deep sleep.

And the unconscious murmur in his mouth: "Bella..."

I took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging emotions.

After breaking free from his embrace, I ghost-driven unlocked his phone.

In the chat box, densely packed were their daily sharings.

Even the mess hall added a dish today, wildflowers bloomed by the training ground, saw a poplar tree dyed with autumn colors on the road... Gavin would take pictures and send to her.

Just like how we looked sweet and loving when we first got together.

Now we've only been married for three years, but have long lost the desire to share.

I desperately needed a sense of security, once tried to find evidence that he still loved me from his phone.

But was snatched away by him, eyes filled with rage I had never seen before.

"Are you done? Checking phone all day, don't you feel cheap?"

"Can you respect my privacy?"

The ending of that quarrel was me apologizing again and again.

Swore never to touch his phone again, he finally softened his face.

Chat records slid down bit by bit, heart also sank bit by bit.

Turns out, the phone contained their shameful feelings.

Closing the screen, I turned to look at his familiar face, tears rolled down silently.

Phone in bag buzzed.

Bella considerately sent messages one after another, all care instructions.

"Zoe, make honey water for him, wipe off his vomit, be careful not to let him choke..."

She always appeared "just right" between us.

Even in our most intimate moments, she would send messages, guiding me how to satisfy him more.

I was so stupid, turns out all this had traces long ago.

Tears smashed on the screen, I had no mind to deal with her, simply turned off the screen.

Seeing no reply from me, she started calling my phone crazily.

And I, just quietly looked at the heavy night color outside the window, eyes empty.

Gavin's phone rang with an exclusive ringtone, he was almost instantly awake.

Seeing the phone in my hand, he grabbed it with a dark face.

He walked quickly to the balcony, through the glass I saw the corners of his mouth uncontrollably rising.

That call lasted a full half hour, when hung up his face still carried unfaded gentleness.

Turning back to the living room, his sharp eyes swept over me, accusing without a word:

"Who let you touch my phone? Didn't you see Bella called you so many times? How worried she was about you!"

"She just finished the wedding, tired like this still has to worry about you, can you be more sensible?"

Gaze landed on his still lit phone screen, that cropped photo was exceptionally dazzling.

I pulled the corners of my mouth coldly, "Since you heartache for her so much, why not file a report to apply for divorce, go be her husband."

He hurriedly locked the screen, hid the phone behind him, finally noticing my red and swollen eyes.

He walked over to hug me, softened his tone:

"Phone always glitches, wallpaper cropped automatically, if you are unhappy, I'll change it."

He deleted that photo in front of me, changed to our wedding photo.

Buried his face deep in my neck, softly comforted: "Sorry wifey, I shouldn't be fierce to you, I was drunk and muddled."

"Tomorrow is mom and dad's memorial day, I'll go with you."