Chapter 3

Even though I had forgiven my wife, I was a man.

That photo, that image, haunted me relentlessly. It was constantly there, a bitter taste in my mouth.

The seed of suspicion had taken root deep in my heart. I couldn't help but guess…

I knew it was wrong, but I simply couldn't control myself.

Every time my wife answered a call, I unconsciously perked up my ears. If she smiled while chatting on her phone, I immediately felt paranoid, wanting to peek.

I knew this was the severe psychological shadow left by what had happened, and it would likely take a very, very long time to overcome.

Perhaps it was just my paranoia, but Chloe's behavior seemed to grow stranger.

Our son, Leo, was barely two years old. Usually, two nannies cared for him, with Chloe supervising to make sure they were diligent.

But lately, Chloe kept leaving Leo with the nannies and frequently running out. Several times, I came home from work and didn't see her.

She explained that after the last incident, she felt terrible and wanted to make it up to me. So she decided to find a job, earn some money, and buy me a gift as an apology.

I was touched. I couldn't believe my wife, who'd never lifted a finger around the house before, was now working so hard to save our family.

Compared to her efforts, my earlier suspicions felt truly pathetic. I had to get rid of this distrustful habit; it wasn't fair to Chloe.

However.

Just a few days later, my good friend Jake suddenly texted me: [Bro, is Chloe home right now?]

[Why? Do you need my wife for something? Can't you just tell me?] I asked, curious.

Jake took a long time to reply: [I saw a woman outside, and I swear she looked just like Chloe. Bro, maybe you should take a look too?]

[Really? Where? Send me a picture. Let's see how much she looks like her.]

Jake quickly sent a slightly blurry photo. It showed a woman passionately kissing a man in front of her.

I recognized her instantly. The woman in the photo was none other than my wife, Chloe!

The bracelet she wore was the Valentine's Day gift I'd just given her. The bag on her chair was custom-made by the brand, the only one in the world.

My breath hitched, and I nearly blacked out, seeing stars.

[Where are you right now? Send me the address.]

Jake also realized the seriousness of the situation and didn't dare delay, immediately sending me the address. It was a coffee shop not far from my house.

My legs trembling, I stumbled downstairs. In my state, I couldn't drive, so I frantically hailed a cab to the destination.

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My mind was a chaotic mess the whole way there, churning with dread, unsure what I would do or say once I arrived. I never dreamed that Chloe, who told me she was working to save our family, had betrayed me.