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.

Henry's eyes turned red as he stared at the swollen area of my lips.

He said in a choked voice, "Honey, it was my fault yesterday. If Retta hadn't told me about it, I probably wouldn't notice that you got hurt.

"Retta doesn't have enough experience in making pastries. She mistook some strong alkali for white sugar and made those inedible cream puffs. None of you did anything wrong. It was my fault for failing to care for you."

I pushed away the bouquet of roses and said flatly, "Henry, I've had enough. Let's get a divorce."

He hugged me tightly and replied in a gentle voice, "You asked me for a divorce yesterday, and I refused. Today, I'm proposing to you all over again. Let's just pretend that none of this has happened, alright?"

I squirmed free from his grip. Henry had probably forgotten all about our promise from back then.

During our first year of marriage, I said, "If you happen to break your vows to me one day, I'm willing to give you one chance and one chance only."

Yet, he was shamelessly asking me to give him another chance now.

Henry thought that I had forgiven him when he didn't hear anything from me. As he hummed a tune softly, he went to the kitchen to prepare a meal for me.

As expected, he wouldn't suddenly be nice to me for no reason. Henry must assume that we could just forget about what happened and pretend nothing had happened if I stopped insisting on getting divorced.

Nothing much happened during the next few days.

I secretly contacted the private investigator and asked him to collect photo evidence of Henry and Loretta together.

Yet, Henry did not stick to his usual routine. Instead, he had been coming home early and cooking meals for me.

Today, a former war comrade phoned him.

"You promised back then that you'd treat Loretta well. Yet, why am I hearing from other people that you've found yourself a mistress? Loretta's just gotten pregnant, yet you're already seeing another woman. You're an embarrassment to me and our fellow comrades!"

The voice coming down the line was pretty loud. While sitting there having breakfast, I tried to pretend that I hadn't heard what the caller was saying.

Still, I heard everything clearly.

Henry had an anxious look in his eyes as he glanced at me.

He was rather distracted. He made up some excuse and quickly ended the call. Then, he turned his eyes to me. "Honey, my former war comrades are meeting up to celebrate our ten years of friendship. I'll make sure to come home early after seeing them."

I looked at the new evidence that the private investigator had sent to my phone. Then, I smiled brightly at Henry. "Sure. You should go and meet them."

With the new evidence, Henry and Loretta would most likely have to spend some time in prison.

The private investigator sent me the location fairly quickly. Henry and his former war comrades were having a reunion at a villa owned by us, located on the outskirts.

After he left, I dressed up in premium designer clothes and headed out as well. I drove a Rolls-Royce out of the garage and went in the same direction Henry was headed.

I unlocked the villa's front door with my thumbprint. At that moment, the others were all teasing and pushing Henry and Loretta to play a game where they used their mouth to pass a card around.

Someone cheered them on. "Kiss! Kiss!"

Those people paused briefly when they saw me standing by the door with a dark look on my face. One of them asked, "Who are you?"

I took off my sunglasses and gazed at Henry, who sat in a corner of the room and had his arm around Loretta's waist.

"Honey, why didn't you bring me along to your reunion gathering?"

A man with a buzz cut scoffed. "You're the woman Henry's been seeing lately, huh? Loretta already told us how Henry was often not home because you seduced him. She, a pregnant woman, had to stay at home all by herself.

"Also, a mere mistress like you even drives a Rolls-Royce? You got the car by selling your body, didn't you?"

Henry was extremely flustered. He dashed toward me and tried to pull me away. "Honey, I'll explain to you later when I get home."

I pushed his hand away and hurled our marriage certificate toward Henry's face. "Henry, since when did you have two wives? How come I have no idea about it?"