Chapter 4

I was sipping my tea, calmly watching Serena make an agitated phone call outside.

She must have been calling Tiffany.

The party was about to start. She needed Tiffany to bring her husband over to continue with her plan.

From what I knew, Damien was a boxer, an international boxing champion.

Tiffany was probably getting beaten up right about now.

I was in a beautiful gown, having made an effort to dress up for once.

"Adam, aren't we leaving yet? What are we waiting for?"

Adam shot Serena a quick glance, then smiled at me and replied,

"Right, let's head out."

Serena forced a smile.

"Scarlett, I still have something to take care of. I'll be there a little later."

They were so obvious. Had I really been that blind before?

I got into the car, and the passenger seat was reclined way back.

"Adam, has someone been sitting in the passenger seat?"

Adam's face paled.

"Maybe Leo was just playing there earlier."

Leo lied without batting an eye.

"I reclined it to take a nap."

He didn't know I'd already taken out the dashcam's memory card.

Adam and Serena couldn't keep their hands off each other in that passenger seat.

And my son was just sitting in the back, playing video games.

Adam had booked a high-end banquet hall. Our wedding photos and family portraits were plastered everywhere.

He wheeled a five-tier cake to the center of the stage, looking at me with what he wanted to be deep affection.

"My dear wife, thank you for being by my side for the past ten years, through all our struggles. I couldn't have achieved what I have today without your quiet support all these years. In the future, let's continue our journey together, happy and loving! We'll have many more decades, growing old together. I love you!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

He'd really pulled out all the stops.

He'd invited the entire company to witness our love.

The more he acted like he adored me, the bigger the bombshell it would be when he exposed my "affair" later, with everyone as a witness.

Ever since I'd seen his true colors, everything he did just made me sick to my stomach.

Leo came up to me, holding a glass of juice.

"Happy birthday, Mom."

He seemed so well-behaved, so considerate.

To outsiders, I was living the dream: a loving husband, a devoted son.

Only I knew that juice was spiked.