Chapter 3

By 7:30 PM, night had completely fallen over the city.

The iron gates of the luxury complex slid open, and the familiar black Mercedes cruised out.

Sitting in the passenger seat was Chloe.

I fired up the ignition and slid into traffic behind them.

At the exact same moment, I tapped the screen and went live.

The hidden camera was trained on my face, but angled slightly to capture the black Mercedes through my windshield.

I looked into the lens and offered a fragile, heartbreaking, yet determined smile.

"Hi everyone, I'm Nora. Today marks my third wedding anniversary."

"Right now, I'm on my way to deliver an anniversary 'surprise' to my husband."

"I hope all of you will witness this with me."

The viewer count detonated instantly.

Comments poured in like a tidal wave.

Looking at the fast-scrolling chat, I kept my voice eerily measured:

"A lot of you are asking where I'm driving."

"See that black Mercedes ahead of me?"

"That's my husband's car."

"Sitting in his passenger seat right now is Chloe, his executive assistant."

"About twenty minutes ago, they walked out of The Grandview Penthouses together."

"Yes, that ultra-luxury high-rise where penthouses go for millions."

The chat went ballistic:

[HOLY CRAP! Starting off with a bang?!]

[The Grandview?! That place is notorious for rich guys keeping sugar babies!]

[So on their anniversary, the husband ditches his wife to escort his side chick out of a luxury tower? You can't make this up!]

[Her voice is shaking... God, my heart breaks for her...]

[Wait, is this legal? Isn't this stalking?]

Maya's pinned mod message instantly flashed at the top in bold:

[Legal disclaimer: This stream is monitored by legal counsel. The creator is documenting marital misconduct for legal evidence in her marriage. Please keep comments civil.]

I looked back at the road and continued softly, "This morning, I texted my husband."

"I reminded him it was our special day, and that I booked a table at his favorite steakhouse."

"This afternoon, he told me he had an urgent client meeting and couldn't make it."

"Well, it looks like his 'client' is Miss Chloe."

The Mercedes pulled up in front of an upscale French restaurant.

It was that famous, viral rooftop bistro where reservations had to be made a month in advance. When I had asked Ryan to take me there last month, he had brushed me off, saying, "It's pretentious and not worth the hassle."

The driver's door swung open. Ryan walked around to the passenger side and gallantly opened the door for Chloe.

Chloe stepped out, beaming, and effortlessly looped her arm through his.

I parked along the curb, picked up my designer tote with the hidden camera lens poking out, and pushed my door open.

The stream tracked my steady footsteps, capturing every detail of the two lovebirds walking arm-in-arm into the warm glow of the restaurant.

The chat was losing its mind:

[CAUGHT IN 4K! Look at that grip! 'Just colleagues'? Yeah right!]

[Ditching his wife on their anniversary to wine and dine his assistant? TRASH!]

[Wait, that girl looks familiar... Isn't she an influencer on TikTok?]

[Stay strong, Nora! We've got your back!]

[Go in there and rip them apart!]