I didn't often mingle with what he does and where he goes, but that morning my mind was bugging while smelling the strong perfume.

He'd already taken a bath, and his perfume had spread throughout our room. He smelled like he'd used the entire bottle on his body that morning, and it wasn't pleasant at all.

I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready to go to the office that day. I was working for the same real estate company his family owns as a peer, his father's wish before we got married.

We were in the same field. We're both civil engineers; that's why we got along easily the first day we met. But our interests were so alike; everything was perfect for us, and that pushed me to love him so much.

I tried to forget my suspicions while letting the lukewarm water from the shower drip down my body. I kept repeating in my head that Lucas was not someone who would do something behind my back, but my heart and mind disagreed with each other at that time.

When I couldn't bear it any longer, I immediately called his secretary, even though I was also going to the same place that day. I checked the time, and he surely reached the office that hour.

I just wanted to confirm something, but before that, I just had to bribe his secretary to get the information I needed.

"Hello, Lucy! Good morning! Can you please order me a coffee? Order yourself too, my treat!"

"Sure, ma'am!" she answered enthusiastically from the other line. I was hoping she wouldn't doubt that because I have my secretary to ask for the same favor.

"Thank you! By the way, can you please check my husband's schedule today? He just came back home. I'm planning to prepare an early dinner for us both, but I'm not sure if it would be possible with his hectic schedule lately," I hurriedly said in a low tone, hoping I could win her sympathy to give me that information.

"About that, ma'am, Sir Lucas canceled all his engagements today, so your plans could be possible," his secretary politely answered.

"Are you sure? I don't want my plans to go to waste. Can you please check if there's something he changed?" I pleaded.

"A moment, ma'am." I waited just like she said.

"His schedule is clean, ma'am."

A grin was already forming on my lips right after hearing what my husband did that day. something he stopped doing for me for a long time now, but he told me he had some important meetings that day.

"That would be great then! Thanks, Lucy! Is he there?"

"Sir Lucas hasn't arrived yet, ma'am," she answered quickly, and my lips parted because the company was not far away from where we lived.

"O-okay, Lucy. Thanks again!"

"No worries, ma'am," she said, and I ended the call.

My heart started pounding. My intuition was telling me something.

A month ago, a trusted person gave me a number as a joke in case I needed a private investigator. I was hesitant at that time, but I decided to keep the number in my phonebook just in case, and I didn’t expect I would call at that moment for help.

I dialed the number. The owner immediately answered, giving him all the necessary information he needed.

"It seems my husband is going somewhere today. I want you to follow him. He's alone and using a black car," I informed him without hesitation, and I gave him the exact plate number of the vehicle.

"Right away, ma'am," the guy from the other line answered immediately, without leaving any questions. I was not sure how he was going to find my husband at that time with the information he got from me, but I wanted to trust his ability.

After talking to him, I checked the time on my cellphone. It was just around seven in the morning. I planned to go to the office, but I was having second thoughts about it.

I took a seat for a while to think. I sat there, staring blankly at the king-size bed that I fixed earlier that day. I was slowly tapping one of my fingers on the armrest while waiting for an update, and as a few minutes passed, I heard the message tone on my phone and immediately checked from whom it came.

It was from the person I hired. According to him, my husband was in a coffee shop with a woman.

I sent a reply right away. I asked him to send me some pictures because I wanted to identify the woman. Later on, I received pictures. He sent five pictures from different angles. All the pictures were vivid enough for me to recognize her.

I knew who he was with. His so-called friend

I didn't want to give malice to the way she was looking, giggling, and touching my husband's arm, but there was something off inside me that told me there was something more between them.

My blood was boiling, and my hands were shaking. I told the agent to follow them if they ever decided to leave. I remained sitting. The day felt frustrating already, even though nothing was already happening before my eyes, but not until a few more minutes had come to pass.

Huddled and restless, like my instinct was telling me, there was something absurd going on already—and there it was. Another message came, and it was only a single picture.

I wasn't prepared. My world was shaken in an instant as my knees trembled like jelly. Lucas and Diane were too close in that picture—not just close. They were kissing, and they were still in the parking lot of the famous coffee shop where the agent caught them.

If anyone sees them, the first thing that will come to their mind is that they look like long-lost lovers who missed each other so much.

They were making out in public without fear! They seemed like hungry animals who couldn't wait to relieve the longing they were feeling for each other. 'What a shame!'