Later that evening, Catherine wrapped her arms around me, and the scent of her perfume hit me hard.

I mentioned an upcoming business trip, and her face lit up with joy as she dashed to pack.

Taking advantage of her distraction, I secretly installed a tracking program on her phone to monitor her whereabouts.

The next day, when I was about to go out, I found that the cactus pot had already been placed on the balcony.

The show was about to begin.

Just as I got into the cab, my phone buzzed.

Catherine: [Come quickly, he is gone.]

Cactus Supplier: [Then forget today. I think he suspects something.]

Catherine: [No way. He adores me.]

Cactus Supplier: [Eh...]

Catherine: [Do you regret being with me? If you don't like it, we can break up, and you can go back to your wife.]

Cactus Supplier: [No, but I can't run my company without her father's support.]

Catherine: [I don't need you to divorce her or give me promises.]

Cactus Supplier: [Kiss.]

Catherine: [Still coming?]

Cactus Supplier: [Right away.]

I waited downstairs, watching Will ascend the stairs, wrapped tightly and fully armed.

I pulled out my phone and called the police. "Officers, I want to report that someone is providing pornographic services in 6603."