Chapter 2
Echo's POV
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains into the kitchen. Jason, dressed in a crisp shirt, was preparing breakfast, everything looking perfectly normal.
"Good morning, honey." He turned to smile at me. "Sleep well last night? I made you oatmeal."
I studied his expression carefully, trying to find any clues. His eyes were clear, his face showed nothing unusual, even a hint of satisfied contentment.
"Jason," my voice was hoarse, "did you come to the bedroom last night?"
He nodded without hesitation: "Of course, we..." He paused, a shy smile appearing on his face. "Don't you remember?"
My heart pounded. He was admitting it?
"Then why did you sleep on the couch?"
"Around 2 AM, I got an urgent email from the company—problems in the Asian division." Jason explained while stirring the oatmeal. "I was afraid typing in the bedroom would wake you and Emma, so I went to the living room to handle it. Worked until almost dawn, then just crashed on the couch."
His explanation was seamless and reasonable.
"Jason, last night you were... very different from usual," I probed carefully.
He raised an eyebrow: "Different how?"
"You were very... intense. And your voice was also..."
Jason was quiet for a few seconds, then chuckled softly: "Maybe work stress made me cherish our time together more."
He walked toward me, leaning close to my ear, his voice becoming low: "Didn't you like me that way?"
This voice... it seemed the same as last night's man.
But listening carefully, it was definitely Jason's voice.
I felt dizzy, the lines between reality and dreams completely blurred.
"Eat your breakfast first." Jason kissed my forehead. "You've been on edge lately—maybe you should see a doctor."
He went upstairs to tend to Emma, leaving me alone with the oatmeal, my mind in turmoil.
From upstairs came Jason's gentle voice coaxing the child: "Baby, Daddy's here... good girl, don't cry..."
That voice was still warm as a spring breeze—the husband I'd known for years.
I clenched my fists tightly, nails digging deep into my palms, the pain confirming I was awake.
Whatever the truth was, I HAD to figure it out.
At noon, I walked into the insurance company building where Jason worked, carrying a carefully prepared love lunch.
The doubts from the past two days had left me restless. I decided to take action—maybe I could find some clues in his work environment.
"Echo? What brings you here?" Sarah at the front desk looked surprised.
"Bringing Jason lunch—he's been working too hard lately." I forced a smile. "Is he in his office?"
"Oh, he just left to meet a client. He'll be back in about an hour." Sarah said warmly. "You can wait in his office. I'll take you there."
I followed Sarah to Jason's office. It was a bright single office with our wedding photo and Emma's pictures on the wall—looking cozy and normal.
"Wait here, I'll get you some coffee," Sarah said before leaving.
I stood alone in the office, my gaze wandering over the familiar furnishings. Just as I was about to set down the lunch, I noticed a small note by Jason's computer with numbers: 12pm, Room#234.
These numbers and letters confused me. 12pm meant 12 AM tonight, but what was Room#234?
I looked around to make sure no one was there, then gently moved the mouse to wake the computer screen.
The computer wasn't password-locked—Jason had always trusted me. I opened the browser and checked recent browsing history. Most were work-related sites, but several links caught my attention.
"Night Live Streaming," "Adult Live Platform," "Private Custom Service"...
My heartbeat began to accelerate. Why was Jason browsing these sites?
I clicked into one of the websites. It was an adult live streaming platform, the homepage filled with images of scantily clad women. I typed "Room#234" from the note into the search bar.
When the page loaded, I saw an image that would haunt me forever.
The livestream room's cover photo showed a woman lying down. That woman was ME.
