We were in Taipei, supposedly for a “second honeymoon.” But every afternoon, she’d tell me, “Bae, I want some ‘me time’ to go Shilin or Ximending to see clothes, you go find your cafe can or not?” I thought, okay lor, give her space. But then she left her “spare” phone in the hotel toilet while she went to shower.
Same passcode as her main phone. Too easy.
I opened it and my blood went cold. It wasn’t “shopping girl time.” It was “lover boy time.” Same guy, multiple trips, even coordinated to meet her right there in Taipei while I was probably eating beef noodles alone like a fool. I didn’t shout. I didn’t confront her. If you want to play games, we play the professional league.
The “Technical Glitch” at Taoyuan
The next morning was our flight back. I had already logged into the airline app at 3 AM while she was snoring. Cancel booking. Confirmed.
We reached Taoyuan Airport. I checked in smoothly. When she scanned her passport at the kiosk? Error. We went to the counter, and the staff said, “Sorry Ma’am, we don’t see a confirmed ticket for you.”
She started panicking, “How can? Check again!”
I acted the part of the blur husband perfectly. “Huh? How come like that? You never check properly ah?” I looked at my watch, acting all stressed. “Aiyoh, the flight is closing soon. Look, if you buy a last-minute ticket now, it’s going to be like $800. Don’t waste money, lah. You stay one night, book the budget flight tomorrow morning. I go back first, I got big meeting tomorrow, cannot miss one.”
She was hesitant, but she didn’t want to look guilty or suspicious. She just nodded, looking lost. I gave her a hug—the fakest hug of my life—and walked into the departure gate without looking back.
The 24-Hour Clearance
The moment I touched down at Changi, the “marathon” began. I didn’t even go for duty-free. I grabbed a Grab straight home.
- 3:00 PM: Reached the HDB.
- 3:30 PM: Called the locksmith. “Uncle, urgent ah, I lost my keys, change the whole digital lock and the gate lock also.”
- 4:30 PM: The Great Purge. I grabbed the giant black rubbish bags from the kitchen. I didn’t care if it was Chanel or Charles & Keith. Everything went in.
- 7:00 PM: Her clothes, her makeup, those stupid shoes she bought in Taipei—all sitting at the lift lobby. I even left her 2nd phone charger right on top of the pile.
By the time the sun came up the next day, the house felt empty. No more scent of her perfume, just the smell of floor cleaner and justice.
The Final Act
Around 2 PM, my phone started exploding. Calls, SMS, WhatsApp, Telegram.
- “Why my key cannot work?”
- “Why my things are outside???”
- “Are you crazy? Open the door!”
I sent one single photo: A screenshot of her 2nd phone’s chat log with her “Taipei lover.”
Then, I blocked her.
I sat down in my quiet living room, opened a cold Tiger beer, and enjoyed the silence. The locks were new, the house was clean, and for the first time in years, the air felt fresh.