At that moment, Liam stopped throwing a fit. He shot me a warning glare before going into the study.

With red and swollen eyes, I packed some clothes, planning to send Emily over to my parents' house.

Liam noticed this before we left. He disdainfully glanced at the suitcase in my hand and sneered. "How many days this time? Aren't you tired of the hassle of running back and forth like this? You're already married—I feel bad that Alicia has such an immature sister-in-law like you!"

I didn't want to argue with him in front of Emily, so I gripped her hand tightly and walked out without looking back.

Behind us, Liam scoffed. "Perfect. It saves me the time and effort to check in with you. I don't even know where you learned such nonsense from…"

…

The cycling group chat was unusually active that night. They were all anticipating tomorrow's event.

Someone tagged Liam, asking, "How come you're free today, Sir Johnson? Didn't your wife nag you?"

He was in a good mood and responded quickly, "That's something you all need to learn from me. Just pick an excuse to start an argument, and that stupid woman would run off to her parents' house with our daughter—just like always.

"I chose a perfect reason this time—there's no way that plain ol' housewife can complain about it!"

I sighed bitterly when I saw the words "plain ol' housewife". I never knew it only took several years for someone to go from being cherished to being discarded.

At that moment, Sweet Kitten comforted Liam, "Great minds think alike, Mr. Johnson. My husband brought my son over to his grandma's place. I simply made a huge fuss about something my mother-in-law did a few years back and refused to go along."

Someone started teasing them. "What are you trying to say? Are you openly telling each other that you're free now?"

They no longer replied, but everyone knew that they must have switched to private chat.

I quietly took a screenshot before turning on the home surveillance feed, as if I were a cat quietly waiting for a rat to step into a trap.

As expected, Liam happily stepped out of the house half an hour later. He returned five minutes later, hugging a woman as they entered the house.

A wave of nausea washed over me. They were even doing it right in our house now.

The two of them were all over each other the moment they stepped indoors, groping each other as they stripped off each other's clothes in seconds. A shirt, then an underwear—their trail led into the master bedroom.

I bit down on my lip so hard it started bleeding. Only then did I manage to suppress the urge to catch them red-handed on the spot.

After saving the video, I forwarded the screenshot to Gina. "Cancel everything tomorrow, Gina. I've got an exclusive piece for you."

After all, catching a rat was never a cat's real prize.

I arrived early at the cycling team's meet-up spot the next morning. Using sun protection as an excuse, I wrapped myself up tightly, not leaving a single patch of skin exposed.

Liam was slightly surprised when he first saw me. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the way the cycling outfit outlined my figure.

"Supergirl?" He extended a hand toward me. "I'm Sir Johnson."

Liam's eyes were overflowing with desire, and the image overlapped with what I saw on the surveillance footage yesterday. Another wave of nausea surged within me.

He quickly pulled out his flask and handed it to me, asking in a concerned voice, "Are you alright? Just give me a sign if you can't keep up later."

I snorted coldly deep down. The way he so naturally shared his flask with a woman he first met—he truly thought he was such a good Samaritan.

Someone came over and teased, "Oh, my. Sir Johnson just made his first move. What if you don't end up drawing the same room later? Wouldn't that be a waste, then?"

"Come on, what's important to Sir Johnson is feelings. He'll just set up his own date if the draw doesn't work out!"

The man shot Liam a knowing look, yet Liam pretended to scold him. "Don't scare the newcomer off."

The man shrugged casually. "What's the point of pretending when we all know what we're getting into here? I'm not as slick as you, so I can only rely on luck. But the thrill of having a mystery blind box reveal is truly addictive!"

Everyone was buzzing with excitement the whole way. Before long, we reached the mountain lodge, and everyone was eager to start today's draw.

Everyone only knew their own room number. Each room had two copies of the key cards. Under the leader's instruction, men and women entered their rooms in separate batches.

I heard that initially, women would enter first to create the illusion of men being serviced. Later, they switched it up so women entered last, just to crank up the excitement of the mystery blind box reveal.

In the end, women were nothing more than playthings for the crowd—yet ironically, many of them went along willingly.

I walked down the hallway with the key card in my hand. Several mountain bikes leaned diagonally against the doorways, and the silence was deafening.

I dug out my phone. "How's the preparation over on your side, Gina?"

Gina replied to me with an "okay" sign.

Out of nowhere, "Dancing Queen" started blasting downstairs. A group of elderly men and women was arguing at the lodge's front desk.

"Why can't we dance here?"

"We paid to stay here, too, so you'd better serve us well. Keep running your mouth, and I'll trash your place!"

Finally, someone spoke up in the cycling group chat.

"Where did this bunch of country bumpkin come from? I was just getting hard, but that damn music killed it!"

"You just can't get it up yourself, can you, Lowie? Whoever rooms with you tonight must be unlucky!"

"Bullshit! Do you think you're any better? You can't even do much without taking Viagra!"

"I wonder who's sharing a room with Supergirl. She's new—I bet she'll get excited the moment she sees it!"

"My roommate hasn't shown up yet. Who the hell drew Room 2115?" Liam's text suddenly popped up.

My lips curled upward as I read through their conversation. It seemed like fate decided to play along this time.