The woman I had been in love with for many years had cheated on me. It had been going on for at least a few months and I was completely unaware.

After finishing work, I asked my supervisor for a half-day off and took a taxi to the law firm where Olive worked. I wasn’t there to see her but to check on the car she had driven that morning.

Using the spare key, I unlocked the car and accessed the dashcam footage. The playback interface was clean, with only this morning’s recording left, unedited.

After dropping me off at the office, Olive had received a call. It was her friend, Rachel.

“Did you have a fight with your little wolf cub?”

“What's wrong?”

“He couldn't reach you, so he called me.”

Olive replied coolly, “He crossed the line. I warned him not to disturb Danny. This morning, when Danny and I were leaving, he deliberately showed up in front of us.”

Rachel sounded a bit frustrated. “What are you thinking? If you don’t want Danny to find out, why let your affair partner move into the apartment above you?”

Olive was silent for a moment before softly responding, “Danny hurt his leg before and needs help. I didn’t feel comfortable letting a stranger take care of him.”

Rachel sighed. “I don’t understand you. You’ve been through so much together, but now... never mind, just be careful.”

“Yeah, I know my limits.”

I called Olive to let her know that my college buddy Harry needed to talk and I’d be staying at his place tonight.

Olive offered to drop me off after work, but I declined.

There was a hint of hurt in her voice. “Why not? Do you no longer need me? I'll drop you off at his place and leave. I won’t interrupt your time.”

“I've already arranged it with Harry. He’s coming to pick me up.”

“Well, you have to come back early. I can’t sleep at night when you’re not beside me.”

A pang hit my chest and I fought back tears as I forced a smile and agreed.

Before getting out of the car, I hid a recording pen in Olive's car.

Olive’s car returned to the apartment complex at midnight. The passenger door opened and the guy I’d seen in the elevator that morning stepped out.

Olive extended her arms and gently wrapped them around his neck, tilting her face up to say something to him.

Suddenly, he pulled her tightly into his embrace, his hand cradling the back of her head. They leaned against the car door, kissing for a while before he lifted her effortlessly and carried her into the building.

I stood quietly in place, my heart feeling as though a hand was tightly gripping it, making it hard to breathe.

I opened the car door. Everything inside was impeccably normal. I found the recording pen I had hidden earlier that afternoon and pressed the play button.

Olive had called the guy after finishing work, asking him to wait at the school gate.

When he got into the car, she asked, “What do you want to eat later?”

His voice was clean as he replied, “I want to eat you.”

“I focus on driving; stop messing around.”

“Olive, I wore the underwear you gave me today. Do you want to see?”

Olive sounded a bit exasperated. “I’m driving!”

“Then just find a place to stop for a moment. Olive, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Olive didn’t reply.

Before long, the car came to a halt. Their voices, thick with desire, began to intertwine.

The guy mumbled, “I’m sorry, Olive. I promise I won’t show up in front of your husband again. You can’t ignore me from now on.”

Olive's breath paused for a moment before she softly replied, "Okay."

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Harry.

“Danny, where are you?"

"Just now, Olive called me, asking if you were at my place. I told her you were sleeping it off after drinking, so she didn’t ask to speak to you."

He hesitated a bit. "You didn't do anything to let her down, did you?"

I forced a bitter smile. "No."

"That's good..."

"Except Olive cheated."

“What?” Harry was stunned. It took him a while to react before he anxiously asked, “Where are you now?”

“I’m downstairs at my place.”

“Why aren’t you going home? Where’s… Olive?”

I looked up at my own window, brightly lit, while the male college student's apartment upstairs was in complete darkness.

“Olive… brought her lover home.”

Harry was furious and insisted that I wait for him so he could go up with me.

I glanced at the time. “No need. I’ll go up by myself. It won’t take long. Wait for me at the entrance of the community; we’ll go grab a drink.”

Harry shouted in a panic, “Danny, don’t act rashly! I’ll be there soon!”

He was clearly scared, worried that I wouldn’t be able to handle the mess at home if I saw it.

But I tightened my grip on the student ID in my hand, which I had picked up from the car’s floor earlier.

This was clearly the reckless passion of a young college student. The boy's possessiveness over Olive was becoming impossible to hide. He was clearly trying hard to let me see him, so how could I ignore his efforts?

Before entering, I turned on my phone's camera. The living room floor was scattered with clothes, evidence of their impatience.

Clear male voices drifted in from the bathroom.

“Olive, let me carry you to bed.”

In the warm, orange light, two intertwined silhouettes were cast against the frosted glass door.

“Forget it, it’s too much trouble to clean the sheets. Let’s wait until he goes on a business trip next time.”

“Tsk, you won’t even agree to such a small request, yet you say you love me…”

His words were cut off by a kiss from Olive.

Seeing that they had no intention of coming out anytime soon, I turned on my phone and walked around the house.

The piano lid in the study was open, with Olive's black stockings draped over it and suspicious water stains on the keys.

Entering the bedroom, I noticed the bedside drawer was slightly open, revealing a torn box of condoms.

A wave of nausea washed over me.

The sounds from the bathroom continued.

I clenched my fists tightly, then silently relaxed. I took a safety pin and poked a hole in the remaining condom.

Since you both love seeking excitement so much, let’s see how far you would go.

The bathroom door finally opened.

Steam filled the air as the boy walked out, holding Olive in his arms.

When she saw me, she let out a sharp scream, covering her chest and hiding in the boy's embrace.

Her flustered expression made it seem as though I were a stranger breaking in, rather than her husband.

I walked up to Olive.

Her delicate and beautiful face was still the one I had loved for many years. However, there was a rare hint of panic in her usually composed eyes.

“Danny, I—”

I cut her off, directing my gaze at the boy who was holding her so tightly. “Ethan, is it thrilling to sneak into someone else's home for an affair?”