Chapter 11

Zachary had a work dinner tonight.

Worried that my pregnancy nausea would make me dislike the food our housekeeper Mrs. Wang cooked, he specially got off work early to come home and prepare dinner for me.

"I asked Henry to come along to help me fend off some of the drinks."

Henry's car was parked outside waiting.

While Zachary was busy in the kitchen, I invited Henry to come in and sit for a while.

"Who would have thought? The boss is so stern and decisive at work, but at home he puts on an apron. It's only for you, sister-in-law."

"This tea has such a unique flavor. Is it another one you brought back from your travels, sister-in-law?"

I smiled without answering, and poured him another cup.

Every time Zachary went on a business trip, he would bring me gifts. Sometimes luxury items, other times local specialties.

The time before last, he brought me back a tea set and some locally produced tea leaves.

It was also that time when he first went out of contact late at night.

I was so angry I immediately scheduled an abortion for the next day, and even considered divorce.

Zachary rushed back overnight and brought Henry as a witness.

He said that during those few hours they were unreachable, they had been forced to drink a lot and both passed out, not realizing their phones had died.

"So—"

I took a sip of tea, sweet with a hint of bitterness and endless aftertaste.

"You've never had this tea before."

After Zachary and Henry left, I set out as well.

I drove Zachary's car straight to Mia's neighborhood.

As Neo had said, the parking gate lifted automatically, and the security guard at the entrance smiled and welcomed me home.

I parked the car under a tree.

My phone vibrated with a message from Zachary.

[Honey, I've arrived.]

He also sent a photo of the dinner party and the location.

I didn't open it, because a minute later, he got out of a car and headed straight for Mia's villa.

I watched as he lightly pressed his fingertip to the door lock. The fingerprint was recognized successfully, and he pulled the door open to enter.

Dark clouds gradually gathered, and the air felt humid and oppressive.

By the time I caught my breath, I was already standing at Mia's front door.

The smart lock looked incredibly familiar - it was the exact same model we used at home.

I instinctively entered our home password - the date Zachary and I got together.

The door opened.