Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 211 Was the mysterious woman really Betty? Part1

"Honey, why are you sneaking peeks at me?" Betty asked with a laugh as we sat down for dinner.

Her question echoed in my mind, filled with doubts that had been swirling around all day.

I couldn’t find any fault in her demeanor, no hint of deceit.

Was I just being paranoid?

"I just can’t help admiring how beautiful you are," I replied, setting down my utensils and offering a smile to smooth over the tension.

"If you think I’m pretty, just look openly, no need for sneaking around," she teased, adding more food to my plate.

Observing her wise and caring nature, I struggled to believe she could be involved in anything dubious.

Perhaps it was all just a series of coincidences.

Maybe I was taking things too seriously.

That night, as I lay beside Betty, her gentle breathing against my shoulder, I was tormented with indecision.

Should I drop my suspicions or dig deeper?

I considered visiting Betty’s school to check her attendance and see if she had left during class hours.

But what excuse could I give for such inquiries?

Betty would surely find out.

I thought about surveilling the small house she frequented, but time was not on my side.

I missed Luna, my old friend who could have helped with this.

I’d rather expose the issue and have Luna’s people look into it.

Betty’s steady breathing was the only sound in the dark, yet sleep eluded me.

What should I do?

This question haunted me until the morning light.

After a sleepless night and breakfast under the weight of dark circles, I arrived at work.

By afternoon, I had made up my mind.

I couldn’t live with the uncertainty any longer.

I lied to my boss for the first time, requesting a week off with a fabricated story.

The guilt weighed heavily on me as he approved my leave.

I needed to find the truth.

I lied to Betty too, telling her I had a business trip out of town for a week.

She suspected nothing, accustomed to my frequent travels.

With only a week, I had to act fast.

I told Betty I would leave early the next morning.

To maintain the illusion, I agreed to let Betty drive me to the airport.

Before leaving work, I had purchased a plane ticket online and showed it to Betty to convince her of my trip.

The next morning, Betty dropped me off at the airport and watched until I entered the security gate.

Her reluctant gaze lingered as I walked away.

The plane took off, but I didn’t board it.

Instead, I watched it ascend and then explained my situation to the airport staff, turning my ticket into a useless piece of paper.

An hour after Betty left, I exited the airport.

Was Betty heading to work, home, or perhaps that small house in the bungalow district?

I wasted no time and took a taxi to the area, carrying the luggage Betty had packed for me.

Once there, I disguised myself and rented a house near the location we had scouted for a shoot.

I had to rent it for six months as a shorter lease wasn’t an option.

Renting the house and wasting the plane ticket cost me thousands of dollars, but I was determined to uncover the truth and solve the mystery in my heart.

It had been a long time since I’d lived in a bungalow.

The house was ideally located with a clear view of the small courtyard’s entrance through the window.

The curtains and dim lighting inside were perfect for discreet surveillance.

The house wasn’t exactly in the best shape, a bit damp even, but having grown up in the deep woods, I wasn’t one to fuss over such details.

What mattered was the angle for surveillance.

Behind the house, there was a small two-story attic.

During a casual exploration, I discovered that from the top of this attic, I could see into the courtyard of the small house.

I couldn’t see inside the house itself, but the yard was visible.

When I first arrived, I noticed the gate to the small courtyard was still securely locked.

With some time on my hands, I took my surveillance gear up to the attic and installed a pinhole camera in a hidden spot.

I couldn’t very well stand on the second floor and blatantly take pictures; that would be asking to get caught.

Everything was set up, now it was just a matter of waiting...

It had to be a coincidence, just unrelated factors coinciding.

I couldn’t believe it was true until I saw it with my own eyes.

Seeing the lights on at home, I parked the car and ran up to my apartment like a madman.

I was about to unlock the door when I finally calmed down.

Confronting Betty now wasn’t the right move.

If that person was Michael, I wouldn’t catch anything substantial.

As the saying goes, "Catch the thief with the loot, catch the cheater in the act."

I forced myself to breathe evenly, listening intently at the door but heard nothing.

I forced myself back to the car, feeling numb all over.

That’s when I remembered the USB-like device Luna left me, which could monitor my home.

But I had left it in my office, and now on leave, how could I justify going back there?

If I had that device, I could monitor both the small courtyard and my home without being in this mess.

Leaning on the steering wheel, I took deep breaths and tried to think clearly.

It seemed I wouldn’t achieve anything today.

I needed a detailed and thorough plan, not this blind running around that only left me exhausted without any results.

I drove back to the bungalow area, stopped at a noodle shop on the outskirts of the city, and devoured a large bowl of noodles.

First things first, I needed to fill my stomach.

On the outskirts of the bungalow area, I stocked up on a large amount of food and water, splitting it between the house and my car, preparing for surveillance from both locations.

When I returned to my rental, I glanced at the small courtyard’s gate and noticed the lock was gone.

This perked me up immediately.

It seemed the owner of the house had returned during my absence.

I rushed upstairs to swap out the memory card and plugged the old one into my laptop.

The video started playing.

Would there be anything this time?

As the footage rolled, I saw a black Honda Accord pull up to the gate about an hour after I left.

I hadn’t managed to follow him at my apartment complex, but it seemed he had come straight here.

The man, dressed in tight clothes, hurriedly opened the gate, drove the car in, and then quickly shut the gate.

The whole process was rushed and secretive.

This confirmed a few things for me.

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First, the Accord definitely belonged to the owner of the small house.

Second, based on the timing, the car had come directly here from my apartment complex.

And third, there was only one person in the car, that man.

Was the mysterious woman really Betty?

Everything seemed to point towards her, but there were still pieces of the puzzle missing.