Chapter 3

With trembling fingers, I entered the initials of Jackson Vance followed by Chloe's birth date.

*Incorrect.*

Could it be...?

I entered Jackson Vance's birthday. I had subtly pried this information out of Chloe a few days ago under the guise of "updating client profile records."

*Click.*

The archived orders list flashed on the screen!

My heart felt like it was being crushed by a giant boulder as I stared at the screen.

The purchase was made two months ago.

I tapped on the order details. The shipping address read: *188 Spring Road, Bella Vita Spa, Attention: Chloe Miller.*

So, she was the one who bought the cologne.

She bought it to give to her wealthy client.

And then, that man wore it, returning the scent, his warmth, and his touch to her through the most intimate acts.

I stared blankly at the screen. The blood in my veins ran ice-cold before roaring back with a fiery rage.

Humiliation and disgust washed over me like a tidal wave.

I had always been a devoted husband.

From chasing her passionately in college to pampering her through five years of marriage, I had treated her like a queen. I did all the chores, handed over my earnings, and cared for her family more than her own brother did.

I thought I had given her my everything.

But to her, I was just a stepping stone to crawl into high society.

I could see it so clearly now—her using the money I worked so hard to earn to buy gifts for another man, acting like a cheap, desperate schoolgirl to win his favor.

I ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, forcing myself to calm down.

Divorce! We had to get divorced!

But letting this toxic couple off that easily? No way.

I was going to make them pay. I was going to take back everything that belonged to me.

I screenshotted the order details and sent it to my burner email, then noted down all of Chloe's recent strange behaviors in my digital diary.

After wiping all traces of my search from her phone, I slipped it back into her purse.

Let the game begin.