Chapter 3

Early the next morning, I had just set breakfast on the table when Quinn came over.

He kissed me, his tone casual. "I just tried contacting the upstairs resident. He said he'll get someone to come fix it today."

My milk glass paused mid-air. I looked up at him. "You have their contact information? Then why don't you give it to me too, in case you're on a trip again and there's a problem, I can contact them myself."

Quinn shook his head, teasing. "A guy lives upstairs. He looks sleazy. My wife is so beautiful, I don't want him harassing you. Besides, once this leak is fixed, we won't have any more contact with him."

I didn't speak. I looked down and stirred my oatmeal, my mind troubled again.

Yesterday I had clearly heard a woman's voice. Why was Quinn telling me it was a man?

Could a couple be living upstairs?

Over the next two days, I had to go on a business trip for work.

But I was listless the entire time, my mind full of these matters.

When I finally finished work, I decided to come home early. But when I used my key to open the door, it was locked from the inside.

After about two minutes, Quinn opened the door.

"How come you're back? I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow?"

I looked at his flustered expression and forced a smile. "I missed you, so I came back early. What were you just doing? Why did you lock the door from inside?"

Quinn pointed to the apron he was wearing. "I was cooking. I probably locked it out of habit when I came in. Good thing you're back. Go wash your hands and eat."

With that, he turned and went back to the kitchen, busying himself with the meal.

Since we got married, as long as he was home, I never had to step foot in the kitchen. Everyone said I'd married a good man.

On top of that, he was always thoughtful about holidays and special occasions, with gifts big and small constantly arriving.

Watching his busy figure, waves of guilt suddenly washed over me.

Maybe I really was being too sensitive. It was just coincidence. How could I suspect him of cheating?

I nodded happily and walked over to look at the food—then stopped at a dish that shouldn't have been on the table.

My heart sank. "Why did you make lobster? We're both allergic to lobster."

At that moment, the doubts I had just suppressed came flooding back.

Quinn seemed to suddenly remember something. He hurriedly dumped the lobster in the trash. "A subordinate said this lobster was especially fresh, so I accepted it. Good thing you came back, or I would have suffered. Forget it. Let's go out for a nice meal today instead of eating at home."

He placatingly put his arm around me and contritely massaged my shoulders.

When we got to the restaurant, he handed me his phone. "Order whatever you want. Don't think about saving money for your husband. I earn money to spend on my precious wife."

Just as I picked up the phone to order, my finger accidentally touched the search key.

The next second, a pink keyboard with twenty-six keys popped up.

My heart dropped. I stared blankly at the garish keyboard before me.

I'd been with Quinn for three years, married for two. I knew his typing habits better than anyone.

Neither of us ever used complicated keyboard skins.

So what was this pink cat keyboard skin?

Quinn had always used the phone's default keyboard. This had to have been specially set by someone else.

At this point, I was certain—Quinn was having an affair.

That woman liked rose-scented body wash, enjoyed eating lobster, and used a kitty cat keyboard skin.

But I didn't confront him directly. I was going to catch them myself.