Chapter 2

That night, neither Chloe nor I slept. We tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling.

For me, the reason was obvious.

What normal man could sleep peacefully after finding out his beloved wife had cheated on him?

But as for why Chloe was so restless, that was up for debate.

Was she worried about the procedure tomorrow?

Or was she missing her secret lover?

I gritted my teeth in the dark, vowing to expose the bastard tomorrow.

The next morning, I acted completely normal.

I even swallowed my disgust to offer Chloe some comforting words before leaving the house.

But obviously, I didn't go to the office.

I called in sick and drove straight to a local auto repair shop run by a buddy of mine.

I made up some excuse about my car’s engine acting up and asked them to do a quick maintenance check.

Then, I borrowed an old, beat-up rental sedan from them and drove right back.

I parked the car across the street from my apartment complex.

And I waited.

Sure enough, around nine o'clock, Chloe's car pulled out of the driveway.

My heart surged. I started the ignition and followed her from a safe distance.

After a short drive, Chloe’s car pulled into the parking lot of the community hospital.

I parked by the curb nearby, watching her through the windshield.

She didn't head inside immediately. Instead, she stood on the steps near the main entrance, clearly waiting for someone.

Was the bastard finally showing up?

My heart hammered against my ribs, and my fists clenched instinctively.

Less than ten minutes later, a white Audi A4 pulled up.

I recognized that car. It belonged to Harper, Chloe's college best friend.

Sure enough, Harper stepped out of the driver's seat.

I felt a sudden wave of disappointment.

Chloe was too careful. Even though she thought I was stuck at the office, she still hadn't called her lover.

Instead, she brought her best friend along for moral support.

But what puzzled me was that even after Harper arrived, they still didn't go inside.

They stood on the steps, arguing about something.

As the minutes ticked by, the argument seemed to escalate. Both Harper and Chloe looked agitated, gesturing wildly with their hands.

I watched them from my car for nearly ten minutes.

But because I was too far away, I couldn't hear a word, so I couldn't figure out what they were fighting about.

Just as I was about to look away, another car pulled up to the right of the steps.

A middle-aged man stepped out. Since his back was turned to me, I couldn't see his face at first.

But his build looked incredibly familiar.

More importantly, as soon as he got out, he walked straight toward Chloe and Harper.

Since it was quite windy today, he actually took off his suit jacket and draped it gently over Chloe’s shoulders.

Was this him?

My breath caught in my throat, and I widened my eyes.

The next second, after putting the jacket on her, the man turned around.

When I saw his face, my entire body went rigid. My breath stopped completely, as if I had been struck by lightning...

How could it be him?

Harrison?

Last night, as I lay awake in bed, I had run through a dozen suspects.

Psychology books say that while men often cheat with strangers, women almost always cheat with people they know.

But I never, in my wildest dreams, thought it would be Harrison.

He wasn't just Chloe's boss at her marketing firm.

He was Harper's older brother.

Which meant...

Chloe wasn't just having an office affair. She was spending every single day with her lover under the guise of "working late."

And even worse... did Harper, her absolute best friend, know about this whole thing? Was she helping them hide it?