Part 4 – The Call at Midnight
That night, the silence in the house felt heavier than usual.
I couldn’t eat. Couldn’t even pretend anymore.
Brian had texted saying he’d be “sleeping over at his friend’s.”
At this point, every message from him felt like a carefully written lie.
I sat on the couch, laptop open, Googling Ridgeview Hotel.
Scrolling through images of luxury suites, candle-lit dinners, smiling couples.
It was like watching my own heartbreak in high definition.
My phone lay beside me, face down. But when it started vibrating — violently, insistently — something inside me told me not to pick it up.
The caller ID flashed: Private Number.
I let it ring twice. Three times. Four.
Then… I answered.
“Hello?”
Nothing. Just soft breathing.
“Hello? Who’s this?”
Then a woman’s voice — low, shaky, but intimate.
“Brian…? You promised to leave her.”
I froze.
My throat went dry. My entire body turned to ice.
I wanted to speak, to scream — but no words came out.
“Hello?” the woman repeated, her voice now trembling. “Are you there?”
I finally found my voice. “Who is this?”
Silence.
Then a gasp — sharp and terrified — before the line went dead.
I stared at the phone, my heart pounding. The clock on the wall glowed 12:47 AM.
Brian was supposed to be “at a friend’s.”
But another woman had just called his number… calling him Brian… whispering promises that didn’t belong to me.
I redialed the number — number hidden.
For the first time, I realized I wasn’t just dealing with a cheating husband.
I was dealing with someone who had built a whole other life.
And I was about to uncover it — piece by piece.
🔥 To be continued…
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