Chapter 4

After showering with a heavy heart, I put on my bathrobe and prepared to leave the bathroom,

Only to notice a smear of bright, vivid lipstick on the collar in the mirror.

Practicing the expression I'd wear when I stepped out, I resisted the urge to throw away the bathrobe.

She comes to my house, sleeps with my man, and wears my clothes.

To use my things so skillfully, it seemed Leo's affair hadn't started just a day or two ago.

It was only after connecting the smart home app for remote control that I, foolishly, began to notice.

The moment I walked out, Leo thoughtfully offered me hot milk: "Drink this, you'll sleep more soundly. You've worked hard, Chloe."

I managed a tired smile and hugged him: "I'm sorry, Leo. I'm just so exhausted, I'm even imagining things and doubting you."

"I'm not feeling well, and I'm afraid I'll wake up several times tonight. I'll sleep in the guest room."

Leo considerately helped me lie down on the bed, then went to the guest room without further questions.

But I left the bedside lamp on, staring at the ceiling, sleepless all night.

It wasn't until I went to the bathroom to wash up in the morning, looking at the bright lights in the mirror, that an idea sparked...

I went out and searched everywhere for a shop, finally buying some harmless fluorescent dye and pouring it into my shower gel and scented bath products.

No matter what mode she used to shower next time, she would inevitably get covered in the fluorescent agent.

This fluorescent agent couldn't be washed off without a special solution. I wanted to see where she'd hide then!

To avoid giving anything away, I planned to go home at eight, as usual.

After the system notified me that the bath mode was activated, I immediately called Leo, saying I wanted to eat his home-cooked meal.

Leo instinctively glanced at the bathroom, his smile strained.

"How about you eat when you get off work? If I cook now and bring it over, it'll get cold by the time you're home."

I sighed, about to try to stall him further,

When suddenly, a woman's scream came from his end: "Ah, it hurts! Leo, help me!"

I paused, feigning confusion: "Sounds like a woman's voice. Leo, are you watching TV?"

Leo quickly nodded, then his eyes darted around a few times before he spoke: "Ah, the company has an online meeting. I have to hang up."

Seeing him flustered, I sneered.

This time, I was bringing both our parents to catch him in the act. Let's see how he'll talk his way out of this!

Leading a whole crowd of us, I pushed open the bedroom door with a fierce demeanor.

In the brightly lit bathroom, music was still playing from a phone. Mr. and Mrs. Harrison grabbed me: "Chloe!"

"Don't open the door yet. Just call them out. Give us a little face. When Leo comes out, whatever punishment you want, we'll support it."

I hesitated, but looking at Mr. and Mrs. Harrison's kind faces, I nodded.

But to my surprise, after calling out several times, there was still no answer from the bathroom.

Finally, Mr. Harrison steeled himself and pulled open the bathroom door.

But the moment the bathroom opened, I froze. Mr. and Mrs. Harrison and my own Mom and Dad gasped, looking at me.

Despite the lights being on, there was no one inside—

Only a pink phone playing music.

Mr. and Mrs. Harrison exchanged a glance, then quietly tried to reassure me: "Chloe, are you sure you heard a woman's voice?"

"But there's no one home."