Chapter 5

As soon as Quinn walked in and saw the bruises on my face, his eyes reddened.

He came over and gently touched my injuries, his tone urgent and distressed.

"I'm going upstairs right now to settle accounts with him. Make him pay."

Quinn immediately pulled me upstairs and started pounding on the door. My heart was about to jump out of my chest.

"Open up! Come out here!"

No response from inside. He pounded several more times.

The door finally opened. It was still that man, looking impatient.

"What do you two want now? Looking for another beating?"

Quinn immediately pushed me behind him, pointing at the man's nose and cursing.

"You've got some nerve! You ordered those disgusting things for my wife and even hit her. Today it's either you or me."

The man sneered, his face full of disdain.

"So what if I ordered them? You won't let me have peace, so I won't let you have peace either."

Both Quinn and I were stunned, not expecting him to admit it so directly.

And I felt deeply guilty for having suspected Quinn, unable to help asking, "Why would you do this? Just because we asked you to fix the leak?"

The man leaned against the door frame, his eyes full of malice.

"Yeah, I'm just sick of being bothered by you two. I'm not happy about it. I'm warning you, if you dare come knocking on my door again, I really will kill someone."

Quinn was about to rush at him, but I held him back.

"Forget it. There's nothing to say to someone like this. Let's just call the police."

But at the mention of police, both men exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat panicked.

Quinn's aggression suddenly deflated. He pulled me back, urging, "We just moved here. If we make too big a scene, the neighbors will gossip."

Then the man also suddenly changed his tune, saying in a low voice, "Hitting you was wrong of me, but you pushed me to it. Your husband has come here so many times, anyone would be annoyed. How about this—I'll pay you whatever compensation you want and apologize. Just don't pursue this matter."

Thinking about how we'd finally bought this apartment and that it was better to avoid trouble, I held back my anger.

Life returned to normal, and my doubts dissipated.

Until I was searching through a drawer for a bank card and found several property fee receipts.

Looking closely, the address was actually the upstairs apartment number.

My hand holding the receipts trembled uncontrollably. My heart had completely turned cold.

Not only that, I also discovered a new key on Quinn's keychain.

I secretly removed it and had an identical copy made.

The next time he went on a business trip, I opened the tracking app I'd installed on his phone. Sure enough, he was still in the complex.

I took the copied key, took a deep breath, and headed upstairs.

Standing at the door, my hands shook a little, but I still inserted the key and turned it. The door opened.

The next second, a woman's scream rang out. "Who are you? Why are you entering my house?"

Ignoring her words, I almost frantically searched the house, but couldn't find Quinn anywhere.

Why? Why? I looked around desperately.

There was a gray jacket on the sofa. I recognized it at a glance.

And the razor on the nightstand was also the brand he always used.

Everything was telling me one fact—Quinn was having an affair.

But I still had no way to prove it.

Amid the woman's curses, I went back home. When I pushed open the door, I froze.

Quinn was holding his phone, looking at me with confusion. "Where did you just go? I only realized after leaving that I'd left my phone at home, so I came back to get it."

I stood in the doorway, looking at him, unable to say a word.

But my mind was screaming: What on earth is going on?