Covering My Wife with a Blanket, I Tearfully Discovered a Cruel Secret

My wife and I were classmates back in high school. Over time, our love remained as passionate as it was in our youth. Yet one night, while covering her with a blanket, I tearfully discovered a cruel secret.

My wife, Cuong, and I all studied together in high school. Back then, Cuong and I were fairly good students but notorious for being troublemakers. During class, we spent more time causing chaos than actually studying, much to the teachers’ frustration.

While I was the kind of student no one really liked, my wife excelled academically. With her cold, untouchable beauty, Cuong and I once made a bet: whoever could win over the class beauty would get a month’s worth of free lunches. Honestly, when I first pursued her, it was nothing more than a childish dare.

Unexpectedly, genuine feelings blossomed between us. Our love grew deeper and deeper, and after graduation, we got married.

While I was enjoying the sweetness of love, Cuong was quite unlucky in romance. He never managed to stay in a relationship for long, always breaking up after a short while. Knowing he was lonely, and since he was our old classmate, we often invited Cuong over during long holidays to hang out and enjoy meals together.

Recently, as my company expanded its business, I had to travel often for work. Some trips lasted for months. Seeing how my wife struggled alone at home, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, so I asked Cuong to occasionally come over, fix things, and help her with heavy chores.

Not long ago, I had a two-month business trip. Work went smoothly, so I finished earlier than expected. I didn’t call my wife because I wanted to surprise her. I only phoned Cuong to ask him to drop by in the evening for a small drinking party.

When I got home, I opened the door and saw my wife sleeping in bed. Her blanket had slipped off, so I walked over to cover her. At that moment, she suddenly reached out to hug me, mumbling in her half-asleep voice: “Why did you come back? Didn’t you say he was about to return?”

When I didn’t answer, she opened her eyes and was startled, asking why I hadn’t woken her up.

My heart was in turmoil, but I tried to stay calm and asked her what those words meant. Seeing my suspicion, she hurriedly explained that she had been feeling unwell lately, so she had asked her cousin to stay with her. In her drowsiness, she wasn’t thinking clearly, and that’s why she said such things.

Looking at her startled expression and desperate attempt to explain, my heart felt bitter. Was it really just a coincidence—or a cruel secret? I had thought that my efforts would be rewarded, but what I received instead was a painful betrayal by both my wife and my best friend. Am I overthinking it, or is this the truth?