My Husband's Secretary Worked Under His Desk, So I Streamed Their Affair

I went to the office to report to my husband, Carter Vance, when I caught a whiff of a strange yet familiar, metallic, musky scent.

"Why does it smell so weird in here? Let me open a window."

Just as I was about to walk behind Carter's massive mahogany desk to reach the glass, he panicked and stopped me.

"Don't worry about it. I'll just have the cleaning crew come up and take care of it later."

The moment I placed the files on his desk, a glowing line of chat text floated right before my eyes: