Alias?

Lying in bed with my wife, we harmoniously reminisced about our past together. My wife lay in my arms, just like soft little kitten.

We recounted happy memories together, chatting like we hadn't in a long time.

Finally, my wife told me she might have to go on a business trip in a few days and wouldn't be home for several days.

"Helen, you're going on a business trip?" My heart clenched. With all the recent anomalies surrounding my wife, and her company never sending her on a business trip before, why was she suddenly going now?

Was my wife planning a rendezvous with her lover during her trip?

"Yeah! What's wrong, honey?"

"I remember your company never sent you on a business trip before. Why the sudden change?"

"Honey, I have no choice. The company insists, and I can't refuse."

I really didn't want my wife to go on this trip, but I had no reason to stop her.

"Oh, where are you going on the trip?"

"Seattle, Washington."

My wife only mentioned Seattle without specifying the exact location.

"Where in the Seattle?"

I continued to inquire.

"I don't know the exact address yet. I'll wait for the company's notification."

My wife's work was quite confidential, so it was understandable that she didn't know the exact location in Seattle.

"I don't want you to go on this trip. Why don't you try to request a change with your boss?"

"Honey, I don't want to go either. It's our anniversary in a few days, and I was hoping we could spend it together. Tomorrow, I'll talk to Director Tommyand see if he can replace me."

After saying this, my wife hugged me tightly.

At this moment, my wife's phone rang again, placed on the bedside table next to me for charging. I picked it up and saw an unknown number calling.

I handed the phone to my wife, and she frowned upon seeing the number.

She immediately hung up.

"Helen, why didn't you answer the call?"

Her action made me wary.

"It's so late, who could be calling me? Probably just those annoying telemarketers."

My wife had barely finished speaking when her phone rang again, still the same number.

In the end, my wife answered it.

"Darling, I miss you."

A man's voice came from the other end of the line. His voice pierced my ears like a hammer pounding on my chest.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

My wife responded, seemingly flustered, and hung up, muttering, "Crazy."

"Who was that?" I asked angrily.

Faced with my questioning, my wife said she didn't know the person either.

"If you don't know him, why would he call you so late and say he misses you? Why would he call you 'darling'?" Normally, I might not have asked this, but my wife had been acting so strangely lately.

"How should I know? If you want to know, call him yourself."

After saying this, she handed me the phone and lay down under the covers, looking indifferent.

I became even more curious.

Who was the man on the other end of the line?

I dialed the number again. The call was immediately answered, and the same man's voice said, "Darling, what's wrong? Will you come out?"

"Who are you?" I asked slowly.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and the man's voice asked angrily who I was and why I was using his girlfriend's phone.

Hearing this voice, my wife sat up immediately.

I glared at her fiercely. "Who's your girlfriend?"

"Tina, wait for me, I'll come find you right now."

The man responded and then hung up.

Was this a misunderstanding?

I stood there holding the phone, looking at my wife beside me. It seemed I had misunderstood her.

In that moment, my heart was trembling. I thought, if my wife really cheated on me, should I divorce her?

How would I face such a result?

"What's wrong, honey?"

My wife looked at me curiously.

She probably hadn't heard the conversation between me and the man on the phone.

"Nothing, maybe it was a wrong number."

"Honey, I told you I don't know that person. Why don't you believe me?"

After saying this, she yawned and prepared to go to sleep, then asked, "Honey, let's go on a picnic tomorrow since it's the weekend."

"A picnic?"

My wife rarely made such requests.

"Yeah, do you want to join us on picnic? If you don't want to, I'll go by myself."

Since I had nothing planned for tomorrow, and my wife suggested a picnic, I decided to go with her.

"Sure, why not?"

"Okay, it's settled then. Just don't bail on me later."

My wife pouted at me.

A long while ago, my wife asked me to go on a picnic with her. I had something come up at work that day and couldn't go with her. Now, she still remembered.

"Don't worry, I'm off tomorrow!"

I promised my wife from the bottom of my heart, then said, "Just the two of us?"

"Lisa, Tommy, and his wife are coming too."

Hearing that Tommy and Benita were coming, I suddenly didn't feel like going.

...

Unconsciously, it was already past eight in the morning.

I was awakened from my sleep by my wife.

"Honey, get up! It's already past eight, we'll be late."

My wife had already prepared the tools we needed for today's picnic.

I could tell she was very excited.

After getting up and getting ready, my wife and I left together. This time, we were going to the Mount Mountain for the picnic. With pleasant scenery and lush greenery, making it a great place for workers to relax and entertain during their holidays.

Tommy and Benita and Lisa were already waiting for us at the foot of Mount Mountain. 

"Tinn..." Lisa called out when she saw my wife and me coming over, but quickly corrected herself, "Helen, we've been waiting for you for so long."

"Tina?" I furrowed my brow. Wasn't there a man who called my wife's phone last night, saying his girlfriend's name was Tina? Lisa called my wife Tina? Could it be that my wife also has the alias Tina?

I frowned slightly. This was very serious.

"Lisa, what did you just say?" Lisa smiled and said, "I said you guys were late." Tommy grinned awkwardly.

Benita looked at me with a seductive gaze, and from her eyes, I could tell she was burning with desire. If my wife weren't here, I think she might have tried to seduce me right in front of her husband.

I shook my head, quickly dismissing these unsavory thoughts. What bothered me was Lisa calling my wife Tina. If my wife really went by the name Tina, then the man who called last night was definitely her lover.