I had an apartment at Westbridge Residences that had been empty since I got married. That day, the management called me.

"Ms. Irwing, can you ask your tenant to be more careful when hanging laundry? Water dripped from their clothes and soaked a blanket downstairs."

Then, they sent me a photo. Wet sexy lingerie hung on the balcony, with a pair of familiar men's underwear next to it.

My heart sank, and I called my husband immediately.

"Did you rent out the apartment at Westbridge Residences?"

My husband went quiet for two seconds, then laughed.

"Whoops! I was going to surprise you, but I guess you found out. I'll give you the rent when I get home."

I pretended to be happy about it and praised him for helping bring in more money for the family.

After hanging up, I turned around and went straight to the Westbridge Residences.

By the time I reached Westbridge Residences, the women on two different floors were already leaning over their balconies, screaming at each other. The older woman downstairs looked up and even jabbed at the dripping lingerie with a laundry pole, yelling, "Go on! Keep hanging it out here! You selfish woman!"

A pair of men's underwear fell to the ground. I stood nearby and saw it clearly. It belonged to my husband, Gary Carter.

He had lost some weight around his waist from working out lately, and I had tightened the waistband myself. Whatever hope I was originally holding on to died right at that moment.

I walked straight to the door of my apartment and unlocked it with my key.

The woman who had been arguing on the balcony heard the noise from the living room. When she turned around, she asked in a panic. "How did you get in here?!"

I sneered and toyed with the key in my hand. "I own this apartment. How do you think I got in?"

This spacious river-view apartment had been left to me by my mother before she passed away. It had Western-style decor and looked out over the entire Redwyne River and the city's landmarks. The night view was especially beautiful.

The economy had been bad over the past few years, and Gary had tried several times to talk me into selling it to help his company's cash flow. However, I had never been able to give it up because this place held memories of my mother and me. I wanted to keep it to remember her by.

Recently, he had come back from Gauland and said his negotiation with a client had fallen through, costing the company a lot of money.

Seeing him leave early and come home late every day had made my heart ache, so I had started thinking about selling the apartment. I never expected him to surprise me like this!

The woman's breathing became anxious as her face flushed. Then, she forced a smile and came over, speaking in a flattering tone. "Oh dear, I was wondering who it was! It's you, Wendy! Come in and have a seat. My name is Quinn Lawson, Gary's cousin. I've been looking for a job these past few days, so I've been staying here."

The moment I stepped inside the apartment, I could hardly breathe. Almost every trace of my mother had been wiped from the apartment. Expensive bags, clothes, and makeup lay everywhere, becoming thorns in my eyes.

Quinn eagerly poured me a glass of water, but her eyes kept darting around, giving away her panic.

His cousin?

Ridiculous!

Gary's mother had no relatives at all. Where did this cousin of his who did not share his last name come from? Besides, a young woman looking for work could not possibly afford all these luxury goods.

When she noticed me staring at the designer clothes on the sofa, she hurriedly cleaned them up and explained, "My boyfriend bought these for me. I told him not to, but he insisted!"

Her tone was a mix of complaining and showing off, with a faint trace of provocation at the corner of her mouth.

I raised my brows and said, "Oh? If your boyfriend is that rich, why don't you move in with him? You don't have a job right now, right? Why pay rent somewhere else?"

"What rent?" Quinn blurted out. She immediately realized her mistake and tried to fix it, saying, "Even if we're relatives, I can't owe Gary rent, can I? Even families should be clear when it comes to finances. Besides, I'm a university graduate. We women have to be financially independent, right?"

She watched my reaction carefully from the corner of her eye. I pretended not to notice and stood up. "Since you've paid rent, you can stay here without worry. Come on, add me on Facebook."

After adding her, I nodded. "I'll be going now."

When she heard that, she visibly relaxed. But she did not know I came back soon after leaving. I could hear Quinn's sickly sweet voice even through the door as she said, "Honey, hurry home already. Your sorry excuse of a wife came over here to harass me."

When I got home, I immediately started going through Quinn's social media.

There were three posts with the most likes.

In the first photo, she was wearing an emerald bracelet. The caption read: [My boyfriend just gave this to me. Guess how much an emerald bracelet with this shine is worth?]

I recognized at a glance that it was the same bracelet Gary's mother used to wear. In Gary's family, that bracelet was meant for the daughter-in-law.

Some time ago, Gary had said it might have been left at his family home when I could not find it while tidying up. I never thought he had given it to his mistress so she could flaunt it online.

I forced down the churning in my stomach and read on.

In the second photo, Quinn was wearing a bikini and lying beside the infinity pool at a luxury hotel in Holiday Isle.

I knew the hand spreading sunscreen on her back belonged to Gary at just one glance. Because of an injury he suffered as a child, his little finger looked different from most people's.

When I checked the date, I realized it had been our wedding anniversary. He had told me he had to leave on an emergency business trip.

I had spent a long time preparing for that day. I even begged him to stay with me, but he said I was being immature and that I did not understand the pressure he was under. He went as far as to tell me to think about the bigger picture.

In the third post, also her latest, Quinn showed off all the luxury goods from her trip to the capital of Gauland. The camera happened to sweep past the corner of a credit card, and the last few digits were clearly the same as Gary's card.

I did a rough estimation. Those luxury goods were worth at least two hundred thousand dollars. I never thought Gary would be so generous with Quinn. He gave her two hundred thousand dollars worth of gifts, while all I got on the holiday was a twenty-dollar movie ticket.

When I thought about how sorry I had felt for him and how I had even planned to sell my apartment to help with his cash flow, anger surged inside of me.

I was angry at myself for being so blind.

I was angry that I had not listened to my parents back then and still insisted on marrying him.

I felt as if they had been toying with me like a fool.

In a fit of anger, I sent all the evidence I had collected to my classmate, Zach White. He was now a top lawyer at a law firm and had never lost a divorce case.

After Zach finished reading the evidence, he was furious. "Gary is so despicable. Without your parents helping him back then, would he have what he has today? Don't worry. I'll make him spit out every last thing he took from you."

Zach's words helped make me relax. Since Gary had been the one who fired the first shot, he couldn't blame me for doing what came next.

After spending half the day on the phone, my mouth was literally dry. But just after I took two sips of water, Gary's call came in. "I need to work overtime at the factory to rush an order, so I won't be back home tonight. By the way, my cousin said you met her today? I'll transfer the rent she gave me to you. Take it."

I did not even need to think about it. He must be the one who was paying that rent for her, too. Did he think confessing first meant he had nothing to hide? He was simply showing his hand.

I knew Quinn was listening, too, so I deliberately raised my voice. "It's fine. I like her a lot, actually. Just return the money to her. You're working hard overtime, so take care of yourself."

What they did not know was that when I went there that morning, I had already installed a pinhole camera while Quinn was not paying attention. I simply did not expect them to be so bold. I had only gone there that morning, and they were already sleeping together on the same night.

The two of them were naked and tangled with each other in the footage, kissing and biting at each other.

Gary did not notice anything strange in my tone, and his voice relaxed. "You should go to bed early, too. I love you, Honey."

Those words would have moved me deeply in the past.

Now, they only proved the old saying 'all men were liars'.

After my call with Gary ended, I watched Quinn pout on screen, trying to act cute. "Oh God, you have no idea. She suddenly barged in today and terrified me. I thought we got exposed already."

Gary kissed her affectionately. "You're so silly. I've survived all kinds of storms. This is nothing. Speaking of which, it's almost the end of the year. How about I take you to an auction to relax?"

Quinn excitedly wrapped her arms around his neck, and her hand slowly moved down to his chest. The next scene made me want to throw up.

-

Zach was very reliable.

By the next morning, I had received his investigation results as soon as I woke up. Quinn was not Gary's cousin at all. At most, she was from the same hometown. Before Gary met me, she was most likely his first love.

When Gary and I were dating, the two of them had often flirted with each other. Back then, Gary had not yet found his footing in the city, so nothing had really happened between them.

After we got married, his career started taking off. Once he had money, his desire grew along with it.

He rented an apartment for her, and the two of them lived there together.

I looked through the expenses record Zach gave me. Everything she had for her daily expenses was the best. Over the years, Gary had spent nearly a million dollars on her.

Using the clues Zach gave me, I logged into my alternate account and looked through the photos Quinn had posted online. She had built herself the perfect online persona as the wife of a wealthy man.

Some of the things she wore included the diamond necklace that was bought for my birthday, as well as the diamond ring my parents had given me. The more evidence I saw, the angrier I became. Thinking about how much I had once trusted Gary made me feel disgusted.

Her latest post was a video about a tour of the large apartment my mother had left me. In the video, she said in a smug tone, "After living in this 3,200-square-foot apartment overlooking the Redwyne River for so long, I'm starting to feel that this place is a little small. If my husband weren't so sentimental, I would really want to sell it off cheap."

Many of her online fans immediately commented.

[Wow, you want to sell such a beautiful apartment with that view?]

[How cheap are you talking?]

[Can I get a bargain?]

Quinn eagerly replied to the comments. "That depends on my mood. The price doesn't matter."

All her fans said she was so lucky to have found a husband who loved her and was rich. She then replied, "Yeah, he told me that all I need is to stay beautiful, and he'll make money to support the family. He's even taking me to an auction in a few days."

I immediately replied with my alternate account.

[Can you livestream the auction? I'm just a worker, so I want to see the real thing, too. To broaden my horizon and all.]

My suggestion immediately got support from many of her fans. They liked my comment one after another, and soon, it reached a thousand likes.

Quinn then replied, "Fine. Since you all want to see it, I'll start a livestream that day. You have to come see me, okay? I'll also pick a few lucky followers on the spot and give them some big gifts."

Seeing her agree to my suggestion, I finally relaxed.

I had to prepare properly. The grand performance would require my attendance.