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Chapter 2

Everyone reacted to the news in their own way.

Her mother was all the family she had. She kept comforting Freen.

Her best friends, Nam and Noey, gasped in shock. They repeatedly asked Freen if she was sure about what she had told them.

Billy mostly stayed silent until Freen heard his voice crack and he finally broke down in loud sobs. Freen cried along with him.

Saint lost his parents long ago. He entered the foster system at five years old. There was no one else to inform about Saint's death except her mother, his best friend Billy, and Freen's friends.

Saint's wake was simple. Her mother, Billy, and his wife, Kade, attended. Some of Saint's colleagues came, including Nam and her husband Dew, along with Noey and her girlfriend Mind. Technically, they were also Freen's colleagues since they worked together at the architecture firm.

"Are you okay?" Nam asked as she approached Freen.

"You don't look like a grieving widow the way you're accepting everyone's condolences," Noey added.

"Are you saying I'm not crying enough?" Freen frowned at her friends.

"No. I just think you look distracted," Noey pointed out.

Freen tightened her grip on the black phone in her hands. She couldn't stop thinking about what was on Saint's mysterious phone. Staring at his body in the open casket, she wondered how she would touch him to unlock the phone. What was she afraid of? His cold, dead body or the truth inside the phone?

Nam seemed to notice the phone and asked, "Is that his mysterious other phone?"

Freen nodded.

"Have you unlocked it yet?" Nam inquired.

Freen shook her head.

"Well, what are you waiting for? His thumb is right there!" Nam nudged her.

"How? Everyone will stare!" Freen protested.

"Just pretend to cry and hug his body while you take his thumb to unlock the phone. You're grieving. They won't notice what you're doing!" Nam suggested.

Freen appreciated her quick-witted friend. She nodded in agreement and approached her dead husband lying peacefully in the casket. Upon seeing him, guilt and grief overwhelmed her, and she leaned closer, crying softly. In that moment, the tears almost made her forget her main purpose. Before rising, she held his right hand and placed his thumb on the phone. It unlocked.

Freen quickly exited the church. She checked the phone in a hurry. The call logs only showed one name-Becky. Just Becky, no last name.

She decided to check the media gallery. Freen gasped as she found many photos of a stunning brunette, some showing her and Saint in intimate moments.

"Check the video, Freen," Nam said.

Freen jumped when Nam appeared and urged her to click on a video.

"You scared me!" Freen scolded.

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave you alone?" Nam asked.

Freen thought about it and realized she wanted some support this time, especially since she regretted not having it when she identified her husband's body at the morgue.

"No. Stay," Freen replied, and Noey joined them. The three of them watched as Freen clicked on the video.

It was Saint filming the brunette. She was tall and slim. The camera captured her sexy naked back as she got out of bed and put on a sundress. Then, she walked from a yellow house toward a greenhouse. A cute little dog wagged its tail at her feet.