My Wife Has A Second Family

I took out a wedding photo and said, “I really am Amber’s husband. Look, this is our wedding photo.”

The security guard did not even glance at it. He tossed it straight onto the ground.

“Don’t try pulling fake wedding photos on me. Ms. Sherry and Mr. Jones live here. Do you think I don’t know my own residents?

“Get out of here! If you don’t leave now, I’m going to have to toss you out myself.”

They were living together.

My blood ran cold. I stared in disbelief in the direction of the house.

My wife, Amber Sherry, had spent two years carefully designing this house. Every detail had been done to my taste.

Not long after we got married, my father came to visit me and had an accident there.

Amber was afraid that the place would bring back painful memories for me, so we bought a new house and moved out.

I never expected it to become a place for her to harbor another man.

How could that be possible? She clearly loved me so much.

I could not believe it. I picked up our wedding photo from the ground and left in a daze.

As soon as I got into the car, my phone buzzed a couple of times. It was a message from Amber.

[Honey, I miss you so much. Is Aria being good today? He’s not giving you a hard time, is he?]

[I’m going to wrap up work as fast as I can and come home early to you two. I’ll bring you that red velvet cake you love. How does that sound?]

[Just thinking about you and Aria makes me so happy. Thank you for being in my life.]

I stared at the message. My chest tensed up, and I could barely breathe.

Before I knew it, tears rolled down my face.

For the past three years of our marriage, Amber had never forgotten a single thing about me. She remembered what I liked, my favorite foods, my go-to cologne, and even the things I could not eat.

She did not want me to feel lonely, so she always came home by 7 p.m. to have dinner with me.

She knew I had gastric issues, so she cooked my favorite meals herself.

She was so worried about my health that she searched the whole country to find a living blood donor to be on standby for me.

That living blood donor was Cyrus Jones, a college student at the time.

After I recovered, Amber told me she had sent him away.

It had been almost a year. How could he be living in our first house?

I wiped the tears off my face and decided to go to the company and confront Amber directly.

Amber and I had been together for a long time. I could not let a few words from a security guard make me doubt her.

He may have just mistaken me for someone else.

When I reached Amber’s company, the secretary politely led me straight to the office door.

“Ms. Sherry, Mr. Smith is here.”

After the secretary left, I pushed the door open and walked in. Amber was sitting upright behind her desk.

She smiled the moment she saw me.

“Honey, what a surprise. Did you miss me that much?

“I was literally just telling myself I’d wrap things up early and head home to you.”

She did not come up to me. Instead, she pointed at her computer and said, “I’m in the middle of a meeting. Have a seat on the couch. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Amber looked at me the same way she always did. Her gaze was full of love.

Since she was busy with work, I sat down on the couch.