Betrayer

Chapter 18

He carefully got off the bed, exhausted from his orgasms.

He slowly went up to her phone and put in the password.

2021

The phone unlocked immediately.

He smirked.

Oh, how lucky he decided to drop by the house.

He found more clues, and he got to fuck her.

Sunghoon looked around when something caught his eye.

It was a rack of books.

They looked straight out of a black-and-white movie.

The monochrome tone was impeccable and quite noticable as it was the only thing grey in the house.

The books were white with two black lines a quarter of the way from each side, separating the title.

Both lines were an equal distance from the title, which was four numbers.

Each year.

Sunghoon raised his brows.

That was interesting.

Walking up to the shelf, he picked up a book.

2019.

He opened it.

The first page was standard.

It was her name and age at the time, as well as the date.

Flipping to the other page, he nodded thoughtfully.

It was titled, a sentence to sum up the year.

There was a place for a photo right beneath it, and five lines with the sentence written on them with a nice cursive stroke.

The picture was of Jang Wonyoung and her friends in Thailand, as captioned beneath the picture: "Me, Yuna unnie, and Jisoo unnie at a beach in Thailand!"

He looked down at the sentence.

"It was an exciting year."

Putting the book back, he picked up the next one.

2020.

"A lot of hard work and holding on. We had to be careful. It was a 'holding on' year. But I had fun with my unnies, despite all that."

The picture was of her and her friends at a café, all with a mask on.

The caption read: Me, Chaeyeon unnie, Sakura unnie, and Yujin unnie at the café before the pandemic got worse.

He bit his lip and grabbed the next book.

2021.

Looking up to see if she'd come back yet, he let out a sigh of relief when he heard her talking on the phone.

He slowly opened the book and flipped to the second page.

His eyes scanned the picture and he smirked slightly.

This was it.

It was the password.

Sunghoon chewed on his lower lip and started to search through her search history.

He scrunched his face.

It was all cleared.

He tried to recover it, but it was no use.

She didn't use a normal internet browser like Microsoft or Safari or Chrome, it was a whole different program.

He tried typing in a random question.

'Do sharks eat humans?'

The search results came up as they would in any other platform, but once he closed the tab, it would delete the search history itself.

He tried to find out how to mess with code, but he wasn't able to find it after fifteen minutes.

His eyes were starting to droop, and he felt like he was going to collapse if he didn't sleep, but he slapped himself.

He had to power through and stay strong.

Glancing at Wonyoung, who was still asleep, he looked at the clock, when showed that it was three in the morning.

He opened her mail.

It was her work e-mail, and the last message she sent was to Jimin.

Sighing through his nose, he tried to switch the accounts, but there was no personal account attached.

He furrowed his brows.

Was she actually in a gang, or did she just not have a social life?

He checked her personal messages, which were only with recent friends.

He wanted to scream in frustration.

How was this woman's social media not cluttered with junk?

Why did she not have a profile for anything?

Gritting his teeth, his eyes landed on a grey app.

He had never seen an app like such on a phone before.

Was this it?

Was this where she'd been hiding the messages?