The Intern Nurse's Voice From the Smart Speaker
I returned home after finishing a night shift at the hospital, and my husband was in the kitchen, cooking congee.
He's a programmer at his company and usually works even crazier overtime than I do, but today, he uncharacteristically took the day off.
"You've worked hard, honey. Have some congee to recharge." He smiled gently.
I took the bowl, but caught a scent on his cuff that wasn't mine.
It was that cloyingly sweet Siren's Song Perfume.
I lowered my head to drink the congee, and out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a crumpled, damp wad of tissue in the trash can.
There was also a half-smoked ladies' slim cigarette, the red lipstick stain on it glaringly bright.
This congee, I suppose it was meant for replenishing stamina after the deed, wasn't it?
I impassively praised him for being a good husband, then turned and went into the study.
I opened the backend of our home's smart speaker to check today's voice recordings.
At three in the afternoon, a sweet, coquettish female voice called out, "Honey, the view from that floor-to-ceiling window is so good. Should we try it over there?" It was immediately followed by the sound of rustling clothes and rapid panting.
With a blank expression, I downloaded the audio file and sent it to my bestie, who's a tech whiz:
[Help me run a background check on this woman. Her voice sounds a bit familiar.]
[Since she loves moaning so much, I'll make her utterly infamous in her professional circle.]
My bestie replied instantly: [You got it, sis. No matter what, I'm going to expose this vixen for you!]