Chapter 1

I sprained my ankle while helping my friend Eloise, who runs a store that sells contraceptives. I agreed to deliver a package for her since it was on my way home.

Little did I know, I was delivering condoms that my husband would later use while cheating with another woman.

I was still grappling with the shock of discovering my usually gentle and loving husband was unfaithful, when I unearthed another secret.

My husband wasn't just some guy barely scraping by on a $4500 monthly salary, struggling to pay rent.

The company he works for is actually a branch of his family's business. He's a legitimate rich heir!

On New Year's Day, Eloise called, saying she twisted her ankle and needed me to deliver a package for her.

The delivery address was in a luxury neighborhood not far from my home, conveniently on my route.

As I was about to leave, I hesitated, looking at the shelves filled with products.

Eloise noticed my hesitation and quickly grabbed a few boxes, stuffing them into my bag. "Consider it a reward for helping me out."

Life with Oliver was financially tight. After covering the mortgage, car loan, and utilities, there wasn't much leftover.

We've only been married for half a year, and we're still very much in love, so we go through these quickly.

To save money, we usually buy discounted brands.

Cheap products aren't great; they make me uncomfortable.

Last night, I realized we were running low. Eloise's gift was just what I needed.

But admitting to a friend that I'm struggling to afford something as basic as condoms was a bit embarrassing.

Then Eloise said something that made me uneasy: "This house regularly orders from me, but this time they changed the delivery phone number. When I checked, guess what?"

Still embarrassed, I stayed silent, and Eloise lowered her voice, "It’s Oliver’s! Last time I delivered, I saw Oliver’s car downstairs! I thought he was there for business, so I didn’t mention it. But now, thinking about it, you should be cautious. I hope it’s just my imagination."

I checked the order phone number several times. It was indeed my husband's.

But Oliver comes home four nights a week; how could he have the energy to see someone else?

Besides, this is a luxury neighborhood, five times the price of ours. How could Oliver, with his $4500 monthly salary, be involved with someone here?

I wanted to believe it was a mistake, but when I knocked on the door, I was stunned.

I saw a very familiar face—Oliver's childhood friend, Juniper.

But Oliver had told me she went abroad and didn’t know when she'd return.

Through the open door, I could see that Juniper’s home was clearly lived in for some time.

My mind was racing again, and then I heard a familiar, impatient voice from inside.

"Juniper, haven’t you got it yet? Come in, I’ll show you a special trick I just learned. You’ll love it."

The voice was very similar to Oliver’s when he's being intimate with me.

Juniper gave me a knowing smile. "I know who you are."

"But I'm busy now, so if you have questions, save them for next time."

Then she closed the door, shutting out the sounds of intimacy inside.

I had no proof, so I couldn’t just burst in. I had to wait for Oliver to come home and keep a close eye on him.