Chapter 4

"Can you people use your brains?"

Marcus looked at the live comments and shook his head helplessly, operating quickly on his computer.

I spoke calmly,

"Please watch the second video."

Gifts should be unwrapped one at a time for maximum surprise.

The screen switched.

A figure wearing a dark silk robe swaggered from the master bedroom direction into the living room.

She walked straight to the wine cabinet, poured a glass, and elegantly drank it down.

Her movements were completely natural and familiar, as if she were in her own home.

The woman put down her glass. David walked over from one side of the frame and intimately pulled her into his arms.

The live comments paused for a second, then exploded exponentially:

[What's going on?]

[Who is this person??]

Question marks on the screen nearly buried David's face.

Sophia gasped, her face ashen, her body instantly rigid.

After a moment of silence, David immediately lunged at the camera,

"Honey, don't misunderstand!"

"This is... this is just a little spice between us as a married couple. The person in the video is you!"

"Were you threatened into divorcing me?"

"Don't be afraid. It won't happen again. Let's make up."

He begged humbly, hoping I would change my mind.

[Are we part of this couple's kinky game?]

[Is this person really Katherine? Doesn't quite look like her?]

I watched the speculation in the comments and sneered.

David looked nervous, afraid I would blurt out a denial, and quickly interjected:

"Honey, let's not discuss our private interests in public, okay?"

"Stop this. Go offline and let's talk properly at home."

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His meticulously styled hair was starting to get messy.

He was desperately trying to hide his panic.

I said nothing and signaled Marcus to play the next piece of evidence.

The woman in the silk robe put a leather collar around David's neck, her fingers sliding suggestively across his back.

David's face was full of excitement, without a trace of shame, as if this was exactly what he wanted.

"What should you call me when you wear it?"

He cooed:

"Master~"

The comment section jumped even more violently.

[Playing this wild?]

[The person's body shape in the video doesn't look like Katherine?]

[Seems more petite, not as tall as Katherine. Did he really cheat?]

One video played after another.

The two played without restraint.

Netizens exclaimed in shock. The comment sentiment shifted, and many people began to sympathize with my situation.

"This..."

One of David's friends was completely dumbfounded. She had never imagined that the always respectable David would do such things.

Old Mr. Anderson angrily banged his cane, glaring furiously at David:

"You've brought shame to the entire family! Who gave you permission to do such things?"

Faced with the relentless questioning, David deflated like a punctured balloon, completely collapsing on the ground.

His eyes stared vacantly at me through the camera.

David couldn't produce a single word for a long time. Seeing the netizens all speaking up for me.

Sophia quickly opened her phone, searching for something.

"This is Katherine herself!"

She waved her phone. The screen showed me washing that silk robe.

Obviously, David had taken the photo.

That day when I came home, I saw this robe by the laundry basket.

I asked David about it. He said it was a performance costume a friend had left behind.

Wine had accidentally been spilled on it. It needed washing. He'd forgotten.

I said it was no problem, I'd wash it.

Now it seemed this was a trap the two of them deliberately set.

They wanted me to play the oblivious spouse.