Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 249 Honey, tell me where you are?

Fate had already laid out the choices and the consequences.

I lay back in the van’s seat, exhaling deeply, my grip on the phone so tight it creaked.

If Betty had ended her lovemaking with Michael immediately after my call, dressed quickly, and rushed over, even a traffic jam wouldn’t have stopped her from making it in time.

Was there another unforeseen mishap?

Clinging to a sliver of hope, I didn’t drive away.

Instead, I watched the school entrance, wondering if Betty would show up.

But she never called back.

Minutes turned into hours.

Betty didn’t return.

Finally, a familiar black Accord pulled up at the school gate.

The car stopped not far from the entrance, and after about half a minute, Betty emerged.

Her appearance was immaculate, as if the scene I had witnessed in the video was just a dream.

She was an hour late, an hour during which she must have continued her intimate encounter with Michael.

Was she deliberately spiting me with her tardiness, or had she been coerced by Michael like before?

I hoped it was the latter.

Betty approached the school gate, her expression troubled.

She pulled out her phone and made a call, distancing herself from the Accord.

My phone rang.

It was Betty calling again.

I sat in the van, watching her through the glass, perhaps upset by the tone of my last call, perhaps thinking I was being unreasonable for not answering her earlier calls.

I stared at the incoming call alert.

Was there any point in answering?

"Hello..." I answered just as the phone was about to disconnect.

After all, I was the one who had asked her to meet here.

"Where are you? I’m back at the school..." Betty’s voice was tinged with anger, though she tried to suppress it.

She didn’t ask why I had hung up on her earlier.

"Weren’t we supposed to meet in fifty minutes?"

I could sense her irritation, which deepened my pain.

Did she feel any remorse for being angry?

"How can you specify the exact minutes? It’s rush hour, and there was traffic. I called to tell you not to wait, but you wouldn’t pick up. What’s going on today?"

Betty said, biting her lip, her tone still low to hide her anger.

"Do you realize? If you had made it back within fifty minutes, things might have been salvageable. But, Betty, you’ve disappointed me deeply. Even if you were late, a hint of guilt or an apology might have made a difference. I don’t want to say anything more. Betty..."

My hand trembled, the phone shaking against my ear, my voice quivering.

"Honey, what’s wrong? You sound so strange. What are you talking about?"

Betty, clearly feeling guilty though she thought she had covered her tracks well, spoke in a much softer voice, finally addressing me affectionately.

"You didn’t go shopping, did you? You were meeting someone else, weren’t you?"

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Perhaps when one is deeply hurt, they return to a state of simplicity.

At that moment, I finally confronted Betty, feeling a sudden relief.

Meanwhile, Betty fell silent.

Through the van window, I saw her face filled with shock, her eyes and mouth wide open in terror.

"Honey, are you joking? What’s going on today?"

Betty chuckled nervously, her voice lacking confidence.

"Betty, why? Haven’t I been good enough? I forgave you once before, why hurt me a second time?"

I looked through the window at Betty’s figure.

She was less than 100 meters away, but it felt as if a galaxy separated us, her figure a mirage, visible but forever out of reach.

"Honey, did you hear something?"

Betty could no longer keep her composure, her breathing quickened as she spoke on the phone.

"I know I’m not in the best shape, and if you had an affair, I could at least understand," I said, my head resting against the seat, tears streaming down my face.

"But why Michael again? Are you in love with him? Haha..."

I had always hesitated to confront Betty because I didn’t want to lose her again.

Losing her once taught me to cherish her deeply, and I knew what confronting her would mean.

That’s why I waited until now.

If Betty had really made it back within fifty minutes, I might not have confronted her.

I would have talked to her privately, hoping to salvage our relationship.

But now, with everything out in the open, it all seemed futile.

"Honey, where are you?" Betty’s voice trembled as she finally lost her composure.

Knowing I mentioned Michael’s name, she realized I must have caught onto something.

She couldn’t deny it anymore.

She looked around frantically, pacing back and forth at the school entrance in her high heels.

But her eyes just glanced over the van.

She couldn’t have imagined I was inside; after all, this wasn’t my car, and the windows were tinted, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

"You don’t need to look for me. I just want to know why. Why are you with Michael again? If you love him, you could have just told me. I would have divorced you amicably and even wished you well. "

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"But this way, it’s just not fair to me. Being cheated on, played for a fool by the person closest to me—it’s ridiculous. I don’t know what I did wrong. I’ve never wronged you, never done anything to deserve this," I said, tears blurring my vision, feeling utterly drained, just seeking an answer.

"Honey, it’s not what you think. Where are you? Let’s talk face to face, please, where are you?"

Betty paced back and forth at the school entrance, eventually breaking into a jog toward the school building, perhaps thinking I was there.

Her face was etched with panic, clearly frightened.

Meanwhile, Michael, sitting in the black Accord, watched her from the driver’s side window, which he had rolled down.

He observed Betty’s reactions through the rearview mirror.

Although he couldn’t hear what Betty was saying, her expressions told him something was wrong.

He was anxious but dared not leave the car; if he did and ran into me, he’d be at a loss for words.

He took out his phone, seemingly trying to call Betty, but after several attempts, he gave up.

Betty’s line was obviously busy, and she wouldn’t switch calls.

"I just want to know the answer. If you care even a little about our relationship, tell me why," I said as Betty’s figure disappeared into the campus.

I could hear the click of her heels and her rapid breathing over the phone.

"Honey, tell me where you are. Please don’t do anything rash, and don’t leave. We need to talk face to face. I won’t be at ease until I see you," Betty’s footsteps and breathing continued, her voice now mixed with sobs.

"I’m asking one last time, why?" I gave Betty an ultimatum over the phone.

"Honey, tell me where you are? I’ll tell you everything... okay?"

Betty repeated her plea, but I had run out of patience and hung up the phone.