What secrets did you find in your boyfriend's mobile phone?

Three years ago, when we were still with our predecessors, our relationship was really good and we loved each other. I love him and he loves me. We have done a lot for each other. We have been in love for nearly three years, and there has been no third party. I feel very lucky. I thought we could go to the palace of marriage. I thought we could work together until we were old. I thought we would always have each other. But it's all just that I thought the good times just didn't last long.

One day he was washing clothes at eleven o'clock in the evening. His mobile phone text messages rang several times in a row, interrupting my interest in reading novels. At that time, I was wondering who would send him a message so late. Curious, I clicked on his mobile phone WeChat and put a suffocating message on it, writing: "Dear! Are you asleep? I miss you. " At that time, my heart was twisted. Shouldn't this sentence be said by my veritable girlfriend? What a stranger.

I just glanced at it and didn't click in, so that he would find that I had read his message. I pretended as if nothing had happened, put my cell phone back and continued reading novels, hehe! Reading a novel is actually waiting for him to come back and see his reaction. He came back from washing clothes and lay in bed. He habitually picked up his mobile phone to browse. I didn't turn around to see him, but I watched his every move out of the corner of my eye. He should have seen the message. First he pretended to stretch, put his hand on my shoulder and said, go to sleep!

He thought I was not abnormal, so he closed his eyes and went to sleep. How can I sleep, even if I'm cuckolded? It's uncomfortable to be held by him like this. I've never felt uncomfortable before. I feel so strange and disgusting. I didn't expose him. First, I'm not sure whether this person is male or female, because there is no name on the note, but the nickname should be female. Second, I am afraid of losing him, because I really love him.

Later, I always looked at his cell phone when he wasn't looking. I found that they contacted frequently and the topic was ambiguous and sour. I'm sure he has moved on. At that moment, my heart died. I quit my job in a hurry, and the Spring Festival is approaching. I packed all my luggage and prepared to go home. I left this city that no longer belongs to me and left a note on the table. "Goodbye, my favorite person!" .