Chapter 3

Liam looked like he suddenly remembered something, and he frantically dumped the shrimp pasta into the trash can.

"Oh, right! My subordinate said these shrimp were from his own farm, so I just took them. Good thing you came home, honey, or I would've been miserable!"

"Never mind! Let's go out for a nice dinner tonight, no need to eat at home."

He put his arm around me, trying to coax me, then humbly massaged my waist and shoulders.

When we arrived at the restaurant, he handed me his phone:

"Order whatever you want, don't worry about saving money for your husband, okay? All my money is for my precious wife."

Just as I took the phone to order, my finger accidentally brushed the search button.

And the next second, a pink 26-key keyboard popped up.

My heart skipped a beat as I stared, dumbfounded, at the glaring keyboard.

Liam and I had been together for three years and married for two. I knew his typing habits better than anyone.

We both preferred the 9-key layout, finding the 26-key too cumbersome.

Even if this 26-key keyboard was an accidental tap, what was with the pink cat-themed keyboard skin?

Liam always used his phone's default keyboard. This had to be someone else's customized setting.

At this point, I was certain – Liam was cheating.

That woman used rose-scented body wash, loved spicy shrimp pasta, and typed on a 26-key keyboard.

But I wouldn't confront him directly. I wanted to catch them in the act myself. In the days that followed, to make Liam reveal his hand, I never mentioned the upstairs apartment again.

And after he said he'd had someone fix the leak, it actually hadn't leaked again.

Less than a week later, whether his lover couldn't wait or Liam was just impatient, he "left for another business trip."

This time, half a day after he left, there was still no leak from upstairs. Had it actually been fixed?

Just then, there was a knock at the door, followed by a delivery guy's voice.

I froze for a moment. I hadn't ordered anything, so why was there a delivery?

I opened the door and took the package. When I saw what was inside the bag, my heart instantly pounded like crazy.

The recipient was Liam, the address was our apartment number, and the phone number was my secondary one.

But inside the bag was a bottle of body wash, a box of condoms, and a tube of lubricant.

My heart clenched painfully. The items in my hand felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.

Just as I suspected, when I unscrewed the body wash, that familiar scent instantly filled my nostrils.

And I was allergic to lubricant. I hadn’t used anything like that with Liam in all our time together.

The truth was screaming at me – Liam was with that woman right now.

He had ordered these things but hadn’t bothered to check the address, so they’d been delivered to our home.

The fact that the delivery app hadn't automatically switched addresses also meant his "second home" had to be close by in the same complex.

If I wasn't mistaken, the upstairs apartment had to be his mistress's secret hideaway!

Because that day I came home early from my trip, Liam was cooking for her!

But whether she hadn't arrived yet, or she'd found out I was coming home early and left, I still couldn't figure out.

I was so angry my breath came in short gasps, and tears welled up and streamed down my face.

But quickly, I wiped away my tears and carried the bag out the door.

Upstairs, I knocked hard. Less than ten minutes later, the door opened.

Staring at the hulking man in front of me, I was utterly unprepared and froze on the spot.

What was going on? Was I really just imagining things?!