I plan on ordering some food using my husband's phone, yet I've noticed a remark that's been saved on the delivery app.

"The food is for a pregnant lady. Please make sure to be hygienic and use less oil and salt when making the dishes."

I can feel my heart sink.

I turn my gaze toward the bathroom, where my husband is.

I can't figure out why my husband, who's been firm about not wanting a child, has been ordering meals for pregnant women.

After a moment of hesitation, I scroll through the delivery app's order history with shaky hands.

Numerous orders have been placed with the same restaurant, one that specializes in making exquisite dishes designed for pregnant women. Each of these food orders costs more than ten thousand dollars.

My husband's company address has been chosen as the delivery address, and he's also the recipient.

…

After exiting the delivery app, I sit on the couch and stare into space.

As I look at my husband's well-defined muscles, I recall how he, who's about to hit 40, is suddenly quite invested in getting in shape over the past year.

I blurt out asking, "Have you been ordering food to your office often lately?"

My husband freezes for a split second. Then, he fixes me with a gentle gaze.

"I do that once in a while. Why are you suddenly asking about that? By the way, I haven't had the sweet and sour meatballs you make in a long while. Can you make some for me so that I can bring them to the office for my lunch tomorrow?"

I smile at him and agree to his request.

Still, I toss and turn in bed as the remark about the pregnant lady in his phone keeps gnawing at me that night.

Henry Lloyd, my husband, lay on the bed with his back to me and drifted off to sleep in less than half a minute.

While he was fast asleep, I went into his study in search of an answer.

During our ten years of marriage, Henry had always maintained an appropriate distance and was never overly friendly with someone of the opposite gender.

I tried to persuade myself that perhaps the matter regarding the remark in the delivery app was just a misunderstanding.

I attempted to open Henry's laptop to look for more clues. The password was supposed to be my birthday, yet it was shown on the screen that the password was incorrect.

As a woman, my sixth sense was telling me that something was definitely not right.

I tried to unlock the safe this time by keying in my birthday as the password. I was quite surprised when the safe opened.

I felt a little touched as I stared at a box, which stored a pair of cufflinks, kept in the safe.

That was the gift I got Henry the first time he secured an important deal.

Even though he was now a millionaire, Henry had always said that the cufflinks held a very special meaning to him.

It seemed like I had really misunderstood him.

However, I stiffened the second I opened the box.

The cufflinks inside were gone. Instead, inside was a pregnancy test report that was folded into a heart shape.

I could tell that the report was precious to Henry since he had stored it in the safe.

The name stated on the report was Loretta Adams.

My blood froze. Wasn't Loretta Henry's deceased war comrade's wife?

I hadn't realized at all that those two people, who didn't even seem to be keeping in touch, were secretly seeing each other.

My heart ached as I stared at the pregnancy test report. I felt like I could hardly breathe.

I put everything back to its original place and went back to bed, pretending as though nothing had happened. I spent the entire night staring at the ceiling until morning came.

When Henry noticed I was awake, he put his arms around me and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Honey, have you made the sweet and sour meatballs?"

Before I could respond, Henry's phone screen lit up. I saw out of the corners of my eyes that it was a message from Loretta.

"Honey, you promised to make me sweet and sour meatballs today. You can't forget about your promise, alright? I have quite an appetite because of the pregnancy. I'll be waiting to taste the food you make."

After taking a glance at his phone, Henry couldn't be bothered to say more to me. He grabbed the sweet and sour meatballs that I had prepared and packed early in the morning from the table and left the house.

I finally grew certain then that Henry was in love with another woman. That woman was even carrying Henry's child.

Henry had suddenly requested that I make sweet and sour meatballs for him when he never enjoyed sweet food. It turned out he was planning to use my cooking to try and please his mistress.

I immediately contacted Cole Snyder, an old friend who was a divorce attorney.

"Please help me draft a divorce agreement. Yes, right away. Also, could you recommend a reliable private investigator to me? You can charge me any price equivalent to the services you're providing me."

Just five minutes after Henry arrived at the office, Loretta shared a new post on Instagram and tagged me.

"My dear hubby is really good at cooking. He prepared this dish for me because he noticed I preferred sweet and sour food after getting pregnant. I have also grown tired of takeouts. Aren't you all jealous?"

I looked at the photo. I could tell from the background that it was taken in the private lounge inside Henry's office. On the table were the sweet and sour meatballs I made last night.

We were almost inseparable when we had just gotten married.

Henry had this private lounge built for me. He also bought a daybed and placed it next to the window.

He once promised me with a firm look in his eyes. "Honey, this will be our secret base from now on."

Now, Henry was letting another woman sit on the daybed while enjoying the sweet and sour meatballs I made.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I immediately pressed the like button on Loretta's post.

Then, I left a comment.

"I heard that your husband passed away three years ago. When did you remarry? Why didn't you invite me to your wedding?"

I received a call from Loretta almost instantly. She said in a dejected voice, "Adeline, you misunderstood me. Please let me explain…"

Henry hurriedly took the phone from her. He said slightly disapprovingly, "Retta just wants to try your cooking. Are you getting jealous over such a trivial matter?"

Instead of responding to his question, I asked, "When did the two of you become so close? Also, why is she in your office? I want a proper explanation from you."

Henry fell silent for more than ten seconds. Eventually, he stuttered a reply.

"My former war comrades and I had discussed and decided to have one person help and look after Retta. You know how difficult the situation is for her—a single lady—to live by herself.

"I didn't tell you about it since I was worried you might get the wrong idea. I've hired her to be our company's cleaner. Trust me, Honey. There's nothing going on between her and me."

After hearing those words, I decided to give our ten years of marriage one last chance.

I responded, "Come home by 10:00 pm tonight. There are some matters that we need to talk about."

Henry sounded quite relieved. He spoke in his usual gentle tone. "Honey, I've always known that you're a kind, understanding person. Just wait for me at home. I'll bring you your favorite dessert, cream puffs."

After the call ended, Loretta sent me a message.

"Adeline Miller, do you really believe that there's nothing going on between your husband and me?"

I balled my fists as I tried to suppress the anger rising in me. I was determined to get an answer from Henry tonight.

Surprisingly, Henry, who always got off work late, arrived home even before 8:00 pm. He held a box of cream puffs out toward me. Behind him, Loretta quickly entered the house.

My face darkened.

I was about to snap, yet Henry put his arm around Loretta's shoulders and introduced her to me.

"You two already know each other. Retta made you some cream puffs to express her apology."

Then, he placed my hand on top of Loretta's hand. He added patiently, "Retta is pretty much someone like my younger sister. Honey, you should treat her like she's your sister too. Since we're family, you shouldn't get jealous of her anymore."

Loretta came up to me and linked her arms with mine. She held a cream puff right next to my mouth and smiled sweetly.

"Adeline, I heard that you liked eating cream puffs. My hands are a bit sore after spending the entire afternoon making them. You shouldn't be mad at Henry anymore after eating the cream puffs."

I detected a pungent smell as the cream puff touched my lips. I could feel a burning, painful sensation in that area.

I pushed her hand away forcefully and asked, "What did you put inside the cream puffs?"

Henry didn't notice that I was in pain. His eyes were glued to Loretta.

I knew that expression on his face all too well. He had once looked at me with that loving gaze too. Yet, Henry only had eyes for Loretta now.

Suddenly, Loretta clutched her stomach and crouched down slowly. In just a few seconds, a small pool of blood formed on the floor where she stood.

Loretta was as white as a sheet. Her voice was shaking. "My child… Please save my child…"

Henry lost his composure. He swiftly picked Loretta up in his arms to rush her to the hospital.

I shouted loudly while staring at his receding figure. "Henry Lloyd! I'll file for a divorce if you take one step out of that door right now!"

I could hear Henry's voice coming from a distance. "Honey, I'll come back and explain everything once I get Retta to the hospital."

The tiny bit of hope I had was completely shattered at that point. Henry had lost his final chance.

I called Cole again. "I need you to head over to the company with me tomorrow. I'm planning to gather the evidence to prepare for the divorce lawsuit."

I carefully examined the wound on my lips. Thankfully, it wasn't a serious injury since the cream puff had only come into contact with my skin briefly.

Loretta had actually added strong alkali inside the cream puffs. Her goal was to scar and disfigure my face.

I was set on making her pay for what she did to me.

With a face mask on, I brought Cole along to the company.

The receptionist informed me that I had to make an appointment and fill in the registration form first before they let me into the CEO's office.

I snickered. "You're new here, right? I started this company. Why would I have to do that when entering my own company?"

Riley Croft, the receptionist, seemed rather amused. Her mouth lifted in a mocking smile.

"How come I haven't heard of you from my boss or colleagues, then? Wouldn't it be a fault on my part if I were to just let anyone into our office?"

I nodded since she made a fair point.

I said monotonously, "Henry Lloyd, your CEO, is my husband. I can go in now, right?"

The other employees, who overheard our exchange, started whispering and pointing toward me.

"Do all mistresses act so brazenly and righteously nowadays? Mrs. Lloyd might rush over and pull this woman's hair out if she were to find out about this."

A frown creased my forehead. I found Loretta's photo on my phone and showed it to Riley.

"Is she the Mrs. Lloyd that all of you are talking about?"

Riley rolled her eyes. "That's right. You can't expect us to believe that you're Mrs. Lloyd instead. So, hurry and leave. You're the one who's going to be humiliated if Mrs. Lloyd shows up here."

I ignored her and went to the break room designated for the cleaning staff.

I pointed at Loretta's photo and asked one of the cleaning ladies, "Excuse me. Does Loretta Adams work in the cleaning department?"

The cleaning lady shook her head.

"Isn't that Ms. Adams, our boss' wife? She's our company's deputy CEO. Mr. Lloyd cherishes and dotes on her endlessly. There's no way he'll make her do dirty and tiring work like cleaning."

My heart sank.

Before we got married, my parents funded and founded this company for me.

However, Henry said he wanted to prove that he wasn't someone who was after my money. To boost his ego, I decided to step back and let Henry take over as the company's CEO.

I never imagined that Henry would make his mistress the second in command in my company ten years later.

In that case, I should really kick this shameless couple out of the company.

Cole whispered to me, "We already have video recordings as evidence. I have at least 90% confidence in winning the divorce lawsuit. Don't worry, and just leave it to me."

We were about to open the door to Henry's office when a man wearing a pair of glasses blocked our way.

"How dare you, a mere mistress, try to barge into our boss' office while our boss' wife is not around? Let's see what you really look like!"

He lunged forward and tore my mask off.

All the employees who were watching how things would unfold were momentarily stunned.

Someone muttered, "Isn't that Mr. Lloyd's ex-wife?"

Cole and I exchanged a glance.

When did Henry and I get a divorce? How come I had zero clue about it?

It appeared Henry had told the employees very different things while keeping me in the dark.

We entered Henry's office. Then, I unlocked the door to the lounge with my thumbprint.

Explicit photos printed out as huge posters were put up on the walls inside the lounge. The man and woman captured in those photos were undoubtedly Henry and Loretta.

Various adult toys and sheer, see-through outfits were kept inside a closet.

I slowly closed my eyes as I tried to calm myself down. After Cole had done recording everything in the room as evidence, and we closed the door behind us, my tears brimmed over.

The lounge was a special place that was tied to the sweet memories Henry and I shared for the past ten years.

If I hadn't stumbled upon that remark saved in the delivery app, I might have been kept in the dark for the rest of my life.

When I got home and opened the front door, I stood rooted to the spot.

While holding a bouquet of 99 roses, Henry got down on one knee.