Part 5 â The Secret Folder on His Laptop
The morning after that midnight call, I couldnât even look at myself in the mirror.
My reflection looked like someone else â pale, hollow, exhausted.
Brian still hadnât come home.
He texted at 8:14 a.m., as if nothing was wrong:
Brian: âMorning love đ. Sorry about last night. We got a bit drunk. You okay?â
I didnât reply.
Instead, I walked straight to his study â the one room he always said was âoff-limits.â
I had never questioned it before. Love makes you blind like that.
His laptop sat on the desk, screen closed but still warm.
Password-protected, of course.
I took a deep breath and typed his usual password: âManUforever.â
Access denied.
Then I remembered something â the name engraved inside that second ring.
Mercy.
I typed it in lowercase.
Password accepted.
My stomach dropped.
The desktop looked normal at first â spreadsheets, a few folders labeled âWorkâ, âProjectsâ, âInvoices.â
But one folder stood out. Hidden between others, barely visible:
âWD_2020.â
I opened it.
Inside were hundreds of photos.
Brian. Smiling. Laughing. Holding a woman close.
Dinner dates. Road trips. Beach selfies.
The woman in the pictures⌠looked exactly like me.
Same skin tone. Same hair texture. Even her smile â almost identical.
But she wasnât me.
Her name appeared in the photo captions: âMercy â¤ď¸â
I clicked on a video.
The sound came before the image â laughter, soft music, his voice saying,
âTo new beginnings, Mercy. No more lies this time.â
The screen froze. My heart stopped.
âNo more lies this time.â
How many âtimesâ had there been?
And what did he mean by new beginnings?
Before I could play the next video, I heard the front door unlock.
He was home.
đĽ To be continued…
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