I quietly took photos of their chat history before placing the phone back in his jacket pocket. At that point, confronting him or breaking down in tears seemed pointless.

About five minutes later, Caleb emerged wrapped in a towel from the shower. He immediately reached for his jacket and asked suspiciously, "Did you look at my phone?"

I shook my head, denying it. He pressed the issue several times, but I remained calm and admitted nothing. Eventually, he dropped the matter.

I could not help but laugh at the absurdity. They had been caught making out, yet he was worried about me looking at his messages. Nevertheless, I would not let either of them off easy.

The next day, I took a cab to the mall where Sheena worked. I spotted her at the luxury boutique, wearing a white blouse, black pencil skirt, and sheer black stockings.

Her tall figure and pretty face made it easy to see why she had caught Caleb's attention.

"Welcome, how may I help... Harper Smith?" She started with her rehearsed greeting, bowing slightly, but froze when she recognized me.

"Surprised it's me and not Caleb?" I asked coldly.

"Of course not, Harper. There's nothing between Caleb and me, really," Sheena replied with a forced smile.

I calmly showed her the screenshots from yesterday. "Nothing? Then why are you calling him Daddy?"

Sheena visibly panicked, struggling to form words.

"What if I shared these online?" I asked. "I wonder what people will call you—mistress, homewrecker, or worse?"

Sheena sneered. "It's your fault for not being good enough to keep your man. Besides, they're just pictures. Who would believe you?"

I chuckled at her shamelessness. In today's social media age, it would only take minutes for her reputation to be destroyed, regardless of whether people believed the screenshots were real.

As I opened my social media app, pretending to upload the images, Sheena finally cracked. She lunged for my phone and screamed, "No!"

I stepped back, causing her to stumble and fall. Other sales associates rushed over to help her up.

"Sheena, are you okay?" they asked, concerned.

Sheena pointed at me accusingly. "I was just showing her some products when she went crazy and pushed me!"

Her coworkers immediately took her side, demanding I apologize and threatening to call security.

"Go ahead and call them," I announced loudly. "Then, everyone will know she's dating someone's husband!"

A crowd began gathering around the store.

She glared at me and protested, "She's lying! I never seduced her husband!"

She had not expected me to make such a public scene, knowing it would embarrass me too. However, I was beyond caring.

I challenged her, saying, "If you won't do it, I'll call the police myself!"

As I raised my phone to take action, Sheena grabbed my wrist, trying to stop me from posting. Her coworker rushed to her side, but I held my ground, refusing to back down.

In the middle of our struggle, someone shoved me from behind, and I stumbled forward. When I looked up, I saw it was Caleb.

Instead of helping me up, he wrapped his arms around Sheena, his face full of concern. Sheena immediately switched to a delicate, innocent mode.

"Caleb, Harper went crazy and pushed me. I think I twisted my ankle—it hurts!"

Caleb gently wiped her tears and knelt to massage her ankle.

My heart sank. They looked like the real couple to anyone watching, while I appeared to be the heartless third party.

Sheena shot me a triumphant smirk as Caleb turned to me and demanded, "Harper, what do you think you're doing?"

It was hard to believe that was the same man who had once promised to love me forever. As I struggled to my feet, my right ankle throbbed with real pain. However, Caleb's deepening frown told me he thought I was faking it.

I let out a bitter laugh. I said, "You know why I'm here. Should I read your chat history with her out loud for everyone to hear?

"And Sheena, are you so desperate for a man that you must go after my husband? You're even calling him Daddy—how disgusting can you get?"

"That's not true! There's nothing between Caleb and me!" Sheena sobbed while Caleb's face turned purple with rage at being exposed publicly.

"Enough! How dare you slander Sheena? She never seduced me. We were having normal conversations," Caleb snapped. "Apologize to her. Now!"

Apologize? His commanding tone crushed what little hope I had left for our marriage. My heart went completely cold as I watched him unconditionally defend Sheena without offering me any explanation.

At that moment, I knew—our relationship was over.

I lost all will to argue as the crowd's whispers amplified my humiliation. Slowly approaching them, I caught Caleb's triumphant expression—he thought I was giving in.

"That's better. Apologize to Sheena properly; if she forgives you, we can all move past this," he stated condescendingly.

Without a word, I removed my wedding ring and placed it in his hand.

"Harper, what are you doing?" Caleb asked in confusion, but I was already walking away.

Back home, I finally broke down. The tears I had been holding back came flooding out as I sobbed uncontrollably. Whenever I was hurting, my parents had always been my safe harbor. Sadly, they were gone.

I knew that being alone meant I had to be stronger than ever. I would not let those who betrayed me see me broke.

Once I had calmed down, I contacted a lawyer about divorce. With the chat history, I knew I had a strong case. Then, I packed my things and moved temporarily to my best friend's place.

That evening, Caleb texted me. [Where are you? Why aren't you home yet?]

He clearly did not understand the message when I returned the ring.

Another text followed. [Why did you take all your stuff? Are you mad?]

I was too tired to respond, but after my shower, I found several missed calls from him. Just as I was about to block his number, he called again.

After a moment's hesitation, I decided to clarify things. I answered coldly, "You don't need to know where I am. A lawyer will send you divorce papers in a few days. Just sign them quickly."

There was a long pause before he responded, "You want a divorce over this little thing? Come on, Harper, stop being dramatic. I'll apologize if that's what you want."

It was laughable that he still thought I was only throwing a tantrum. I hung up and blocked him on everything, feeling instant relief in the silence.

Exhausted from my mom's funeral and that mess with Caleb, I fell into a restless sleep.

The next day, around noon, I was woken by a loud knocking at the door. When I opened the door, I found Caleb holding a bouquet of red roses with a bright smile that I could tell was completely fake.