Chapter 64 The Significance of the Whatsapp Password
Reconciliation.
The word felt like a dagger, stabbing Rachel right in the heart.
How long had it been since Nancy set Sarah up, causing her to lose the baby? Just a few days? Maybe a week, tops.
Rachel knew Nancy wouldn't let Steven go without a fight. She'd do anything to get him back. But Rachel never thought Steven would forgive Nancy so quickly, so easily.
His suspicion and anger towards Nancy from that day were still fresh in her mind, like it happened just yesterday.
And now, it all seemed like a cruel joke.
How laughable.
Even more laughable was how she had felt touched by his urgent concern and passionate love that day. Her heart, which had been sinking to rock bottom, had actually been moved.
How ironic.
What did she mean to him, then? What did their three years of dating and three years of marriage mean? Was even the baby she was carrying so insignificant now?
Hot tears spilled from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks.
Her heart pounded fiercely, feeling like a sponge soaked in water, swelling with sourness, discomfort, and even nausea.
Rachel leaned against the door, clutching her chest, breathing heavily. The pain, subtle and pervasive, crawled up to her heart, eventually spreading to every part of her body.
She sniffed, wiped her tears away carelessly, grabbed a set of pajamas, and hurried into the bathroom.
When she came out of the bathroom, an hour and a half had passed.
Her emotions had slowly calmed down, but her eyes were still red. Steven noticed immediately and rushed over. "Why are your eyes so red? What happened?"
"Nothing, just got some shampoo in my eyes while washing my hair. Took a while to rinse it out."
She had thought up this excuse before coming out.
Steven frowned, gently touching her eyelids. "Why didn't you call me? Are they better now?"
His worried and anxious expression was right in front of her again.
His gaze was always so affectionate and gentle, filled with love and concern.
But now, the shadow of deceit was firmly in her grasp.
He didn't love her that much.
Maybe he didn't love Nancy that much either, just loved himself.
Labeling Steven as selfish was a huge shock to her.
The Steven she knew was slowly being overturned by the truth, shedding his surface warmth and friendliness.
The pain she had suppressed in the bathroom rose again, and she clenched her fists, letting her nails dig into her palms.
She even tried to force a fake smile, but her lips were stiff, struggling to even part, her voice coming out light and slow. "I'm fine now. Just a small issue."
Steven touched her cheek tenderly. "Be careful next time. Sit down, I'll blow-dry your hair."
"Okay."
Rachel looked at Steven in the mirror. No matter how many times she looked, no matter how long, Steven always brought her a sense of unfamiliarity.
She lowered her eyelids, and soon her hair was dry.
When Steven went into the bathroom, she grabbed his phone and logged into his secret WhatsApp with SN0619.
She successfully logged into a new WhatsApp interface.
She froze.
Understanding the secret hit her belatedly.
SN.
The initials of Steven and Nancy's names.
And 0619?
It looked like a date.
She tried to recall related memories.
She remembered, Nancy had posted her first update on her Instagram alt account on that day.
Using their initials and the date they first got together as the password.
The significance was clear.
Rachel's heart sank into an abyss of darkness, her soul being slowly devoured, her eyes filled with deep, flowing sadness.
The first page was clean, with only one chat box, the familiar avatar.
The note was "Nancy" followed by a red heart.
She clicked on "Me," and his alt account's avatar and Nancy's were indeed couple avatars, the names also matching, "Storm" and "Meet Storm."
She had seen more shocking things, but now Rachel's hand couldn't stop trembling.
The content of Steven and Nancy's chat hurt her even more.
Their chat was quite frequent, almost daily, and before their breakup, the messages were filled with sweetness, Steven's indulgence and tolerance for Nancy.
Whatever Nancy wanted, Steven would generously buy for her. If she mentioned shopping or being out of money, he would transfer funds to her without hesitation.
Usually starting at five figures.
After Steven proposed the breakup, Nancy would message him almost daily, mostly voice messages. Rachel randomly clicked on one.
It was Nancy's soft, pitiful sobs, saying she missed him, couldn't live without him, begging him to come back.
Rachel felt goosebumps rising involuntarily.
Forty minutes ago, Nancy had sent a seventeen-second video. In the video, she wore a sexy white camisole, her pretty face pure and delicate.
She had probably just come out of the bathroom, her nose and cheeks slightly red, lying on the bed, still talking about how much she missed him.
Rachel felt numb, her heart like it had been plunged into icy water.
Steven hadn't replied to any messages in the past few days.
But when she logged in, there were no new message notifications, indicating Steven had already opened and read them, just hadn't replied.
He logged into this account daily to read Nancy's messages, showing he still cared about Nancy.
Rachel offered a mocking smile, selecting a few chat records and taking pictures with her phone.
That night was another sleepless one for her.
She felt trapped in a deep whirlpool of self-doubt, unable to let go of the six years she had spent with Steven.
She didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, it was already nine o'clock. Her body felt heavy and tired.
The snow that had fallen all night had stopped, the sky was gloomy, and the pear tree branches in the courtyard were covered with clusters of white snow, outlining a distinctly beautiful picture.
Quinn saw her come down and quickly brought breakfast, speaking softly. "Mr. Martinez left around seven this morning, catching an eight o'clock flight. He didn't wake you since you were sleeping soundly. He specifically instructed me to stay at the villa for the next few days, to take care of your meals and daily needs, and most importantly, to heat a cup of milk for you before bed."
"Okay."
Rachel responded indifferently, took a few bites of breakfast, but had no appetite.
She tidied up briefly, and just as she told the driver she wanted to go to Stargaze Gallery, her phone rang.
[Hestia will be at Radiant Beauty Spa at 10:41 AM, discussing the uncertainty of Asher's situation with Heather. Heather has been considering opening a new branch these past two days, aiming to expand the underground business. She will propose that you invest.]