Chapter 6

While I was preparing the materials for the divorce lawsuit, Lily was still living in my house.

And I was living in a hotel.

The master bedroom in my house had a large bathroom with a bathtub.

The bathtub was connected to an app on my phone that could remotely control the water temperature and massage frequency.

That night, my phone app popped up a message showing the bathtub was in use.

Water temperature: 40°C.

I immediately became alert.

This bathtub was exclusively mine, Jacob hardly ever used it. He only liked showers.

Moreover, he didn't like water that was too hot when bathing, 38°C at most.

I suspected Lily was using my bathtub.

My house clearly had two bathrooms. Besides the one in the master bedroom, there was a public bathroom next to the guest room.

To confirm my suspicion, I dialed a video call to Jacob.

Jacob took about ten seconds to slowly answer the video call.

He was working in the study, looking at me in the video with a cold face: "What? Realized you were wrong? I won't forgive you."

I didn't answer his question, instead asking directly: "Is Lily taking a bath in the master bedroom?"

Jacob was nonchalant: "So what if she is? There's no bathtub in the guest room, she's just taking a bath in the master bedroom. We're about to get divorced anyway, do you still care?"

"I can't believe this!" I switched the video call to a floating window, opened the app controlling the bathtub, turned up the water temperature, and randomly pressed the massage buttons.

From the other end of the phone came Lily's scream: "Ah—"

Jacob quickly got up and walked to the master bedroom door, calling out: "Lily, what's wrong?"

"Why is the water getting hotter and hotter? And it's spraying everywhere." Lily scrambled out of the bathtub.

"Be careful, come out first, don't soak anymore."

Jacob said this and returned to the study, picking up his phone to question me: "Olivia, are you controlling the bathtub? Can't you be less petty?"

I frowned: "No matter how generous I am, I can't accept another woman using my bathtub. Tell her to get out!"

"You're sick."

Just as Jacob was about to scold me, another scream came from the master bathroom: "Ah—"

Jacob, without even hanging up the video call, rushed into the master bedroom with his phone.

The camera swept across Lily lying naked on the bathroom floor, her body wet.

Lily said tearfully: "Jacob, come help me up quickly. I slipped when I got out of the bathtub."

Jacob went over, took a towel to cover Lily, and helped her up.

He probably forgot that I could still see everything on my end.

How entertaining.

I promptly pressed the record button.