Betty moved to the side of the living room, near a potted plant, as far away from the bathroom as possible.
She took several deep breaths before pressing the answer button.
"Hello..."
I greeted her simply, my voice hoarse.
I used to call her "honey" right away, but not this ti.
People might expect to start yelling and cursing right after picking up the phone, but I didn't.
I was eerily calm, just greeted her and waited for Betty's response.
It wasn't that I wasn't angry; I was furious to the point of being eerily calm.
"Honey, I've been waiting for your call. Are you still up? Can you talk?" Betty's voice was cheerful on the other end.
Though a flicker of nervousness crossed her face, her tone was genuinely excited, not sothing that seed feigned.
No matter how genuine her expression and tone, I couldn't bring myself to believe her; her joyful expression looked so ugly to .
"Aren't you also awake? Usually, at this ti, you'd have been asleep long ago..."
I didn't confront her directly but tried to probe if Betty, who had been eting another man behind my back, would lie to over the phone.
Even though I knew the answer, I couldn't help but speak up.
"Um... I had so things to take care of, so I'm going to bed late. But I'm just about to sleep. When are you coming ho?"
Betty's face flickered unnaturally upon hearing my words, but she quickly responded smoothly.
"Are you at ho right now?"
My voice was cold, ignoring her question.
"I... of course, I'm at ho. Where else could I be? Silly..."
Betty's face showed a trace of fear as she responded, glancing outside the door towards our house.
Perhaps she was afraid I might suddenly co ho while she and that man were in the living room.
She had worried about this during their intimate monts.
But she couldn't confirm whether I was ho, so she definitely couldn't admit it.
With an awkward smile, she still lied to , her voice trembling slightly.
At that mont, I couldn't take it anymore.
I took a deep breath, ready to lash out at Betty, but before I could speak, I heard the sound of a door opening.
The bathroom door opened, and a person ca out...
Seeing the person who erged from the bathroom, I was stunned.
I had intended to confront Betty over the phone, but upon seeing the person who ca out of the bathroom, all my words and thoughts vanished.
I stared blankly at the screen, holding my phone, watching the man.
He was completely naked, drying his body and hair with a towel.
His body was the sa as the one I had seen in the attic that day: dark skin, a strong build, and an enormous penis.
This ti, unlike before, I could clearly see his face, and it was the last face I expected—my son Michael.
His appearance hadn't changed; how could it have in just a few days?
What had changed was the size of his penis.
I had seen Michael's penis two years ago, and while it was large then, it couldn't compare to its current size.
This flaccid penis, hanging at least 6 inches long beneath Michael's waist, made realize that Michael had grown not just in height and weight over the past two years.
His penis had also grown significantly, perhaps influenced by the environnt and diet in Singapore.
All my suspicions were cleared up at that mont.
That day Betty and Michael went shopping at the mall, I clearly saw them carrying many bags, but they returned ho empty-handed.
I didn't understand why at the ti, but now it seed they had been shopping for household items for this little courtyard, setting up their new ho after buying the items.
As for the phone call Michael made from Singapore, that was simple too.
Michael indeed went to Singapore and stayed there for a few days.
After calling from there to dispel my suspicions, he flew back.
The secluded location of the small courtyard was perfect for their clandestine etings, and both Betty and Michael were careful to disguise themselves so thoroughly that even the nearby neighbors were unaware of their identities.
If it weren't for the drone accidentally capturing them on cara, I might have remained in the dark forever, oblivious to the fact that my son, supposedly far away in Singapore, was actually hiding right here in our own city, so close to ho.
And rekindling an old fla with my beloved wife? Why, Betty, why deceive ?
I had already forgiven you once; why betray again? Could it be that you've truly fallen for Michael? Or is it that I no longer satisfy you sexually, and you've succumbed to Michael's allure? I understand that a woman's desires can intensify with age, but that's no excuse for betrayal.
Even though I now knew their identities and had resolved many of my doubts, the core question remained: why had Betty once again engaged in an affair with Michael?
There were too many mysteries yet to unravel, but did I even have the heart to investigate further?
The current situation was beyond my wildest expectations; I would have preferred Betty's affair to be with anyone but Michael.
In the video feed, Michael erged from the bathroom, noticing Betty secretly making a phone call with her back turned to him.
His eyes flickered with confusion and displeasure as he approached her from behind, his penis, which had been inside Betty not long ago, swinging back and forth.
Reaching behind Betty, his hands slipped under her arms to caress her breasts, which I had always adored.
His hands kneaded her breasts through her clothes and bra.
Betty, however, was too focused on her phone call to pay attention to his advances.
"Honey, what's wrong? Why aren't you speaking? Did the call drop?"
Betty's voice kept coming through the phone, calling out to while I stood there, frozen, not responding, my breathing even seed to stop, eerily silent.
Eventually, Betty pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it, wondering if the call had dropped.
anwhile, Michael continued to fondle her breasts from behind, but she was solely focused on checking her phone.
After setting the phone down from my ear, I hung up and then turned off my phone.
I slumped into a chair, overwheld by Michael's appearance, which had disrupted all my ntal preparations.
The most unimaginable scenario had beco reality; could I even accept this truth?
Betty tried to call back imdiately after the call ended, but couldn't reach as my phone was already turned off.
Hearing the unreachable tone on her end, Betty sighed and set down her phone, only then noticing the hands on her chest.
Though she couldn't see who was behind her, she knew all too well whose hands they were.
"Enough, stop it!"
Betty turned around, breaking free from Michael's embrace, looking sowhat dejected.
"What's wrong? Who were you talking to just now? And why so secretly?" Michael asked, his tone tinged with jealousy, though he tried to appear nonchalant.
"Who else could it be!"
Betty sighed and sat down on the sofa, resting her head in her hands, visibly upset.
Perhaps my cold deanor on the phone had hurt her.
"Was it Dad who called just now?"
Michael guessed, asking her as Betty remained silent.
"He's not coming back for a long ti, right? Why do you look so upset? What happened?"
Michael continued, walking naked to the other side of the sofa and sitting next to Betty.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close like a lover, intending to envelop her in his embrace.
"Stop it, I need to get back!"
Betty pushed Michael's arm away and stood up from his embrace, preparing to get dressed.
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