In a luxurious hotel, a couple was carried out, stuck together like conjoined twins, and loaded into an ambulance. And all of this was orchestrated by me. When I calmly called my husband, he was desperately trying to control his pain. “Honey, I’m in a meeting.” I gently reminded him, “Since you two love each other so much, why don’t you stay together forever?” I first noticed something was off with Frank when I was on a business trip to South Korea. He posted a photo on Instagram with the caption: “Clear skies, gentle breeze, the Maldives sea is especially blue today.” He was on his annual leave while I was away, visiting the Maldives he had been dreaming of. The photo was a group shot with his colleagues and friends. The seemingly ordinary group photo caught my attention for an unusual detail. My husband was originally wearing a pair of swim trunks I had given him, but they had mysteriously disappeared in the group photo, replaced by a new pair. After some searching, I found a dining photo he posted five days earlier, where half of a woman’s bottom was in the frame, wearing the exact same swim trunks. They were even pinned with a safety pin due to being too large. Could my husband be cheating? To verify my suspicion, I asked him about it when he returned. Instead of stammering, he smoothly told me that he had lost the trunks. “Honey, this is so embarrassing. You know those trunks? Guess what? While I was swimming in the sea, I didn’t tie the drawstring tight enough, and they got washed away!” He slapped his thigh as he spoke, using a tone as if he was telling a funny story, which he often did to joke with me before. But now, I coldly watched his performance. This day was our fifth wedding anniversary, which he had completely forgotten. Seeing that he hadn’t made me laugh, he fell silent and voluntarily put his arm around my shoulder. “Honey, I’ll take better care of the things you give me in the future. Don’t be angry, okay?” He pouted and made a face at me, something I used to love when we were dating. But now, looking at Frank’s greasy face, I suddenly felt a wave of regret. When he was pursuing me, he was the least attractive among all my suitors, but he had a gentle temperament and his career was on par with mine. I thought choosing an unattractive man would ensure loyalty and faithfulness. I didn’t expect that men’s inherent flaws have nothing to do with looks. That afternoon, the company notified me of overtime work. I went to the underground parking lot to get my car. My husband and I each had a car, but mine was being serviced at the dealership, so I took his. Relying on a woman’s keen sixth sense, I detected an unusual signal – the passenger seat had been moved, reclined at least 15 degrees more than usual. Someone had sat in our private car. We bought this comfortable Mercedes SUV when we decided to try for a baby, thinking of our future child’s comfort. I have a sensitive nose, and a faint fishy smell in the air subtly reminded me: they had made love in this car. And to make it convenient, they had adjusted the seat angle. My eyes scanned the car seat, and sure enough, I found a small section of black fabric peeking out from the gap in the passenger armrest. I pulled it out – it was a pair of panties, with particularly sexy and eye-catching lace trim. I tucked away this evidence, pretending nothing had happened. A few days later, a bikini was stuffed in the same place. I coldly gripped it, but this time I noticed something different. I caught a faint whiff of perfume on the bikini. It was a new light fragrance from LV’s early summer collection, which I had tried on by chance while shopping at the mall. For this clue, I specifically met with many suspicious individuals, including my husband’s female colleagues and classmates. Finally, I discovered that only my goddaughter, Mia, wore the exact same scent. When she saw me, she was as affectionate as ever, snuggling up to my arm. “Godmother, did you miss me? I’ve been looking for a job recently. When should we have dinner together?” It was then that I noticed the once skinny high school girl I first met had grown into a tall, curvaceous young woman. I heard she had even undergone breast augmentation surgery earlier this year to enhance her beauty. Judging by the size, it should be about the same as the bikini I found. Mia was a student we had sponsored for four years, and she had just graduated from university. In my eyes, she was excellent in both character and studies, and should have been able to find a better future. Could it be that she was also confused, thinking she could climb the social ladder and transform from a sparrow to a phoenix by being my husband’s mistress?
I deliberately teased her with a smile: “You’ve become even prettier in the few months we haven’t seen each other. Those breast enhancement pills really work well, your figure is even more amazing now.” She seemed a bit embarrassed, coyly pushing me away, “Oh, godmother, you’re so naughty~” Mia’s lips flashed a hint of cunning, but she proudly told me: “Yes, I used breast enhancement pills. You can see the results yourself, godmother. A celebrity figure.” I nodded silently, thinking this was probably the ideal body type that men love most in adult films. Men are all visual creatures. Who could resist a pure and busty college girl? Compared to her, my well-maintained figure from years of Pilates seemed so ordinary. “Let’s have dinner together sometime.” “Sure!” She nodded excitedly, constantly praising my good taste, saying that the clothes and bags I matched were particularly stylish. It was then that I noticed the gemstone ring on her finger and the luxury brand clothes she was wearing. It seemed she had been doing well recently. “Godmother, you’re becoming more and more charming. Uncle Frank must love you very much. This is called the charm of a mature woman!” Mia, being a business major, was indeed skilled in both flattery techniques and tone. After returning home, I expressionlessly threw away all the car accessories and replaced them with a new set. Coincidentally, Frank had just returned from “working overtime.” Seeing that I had prepared a late-night snack, he gave me a hug and said with a smile: “Honey, you’re so considerate. Thank you for your hard work.” His suit was spotless, with a deliberate attempt to cover up with chewing gum and men’s cologne, making me even more suspicious. At that moment, I really wanted to sarcastically ask him: “You’re back? Have you showered? Is the smell of women still on you?” But I held back. Years of workplace experience had taught me the importance of restraint and calmness. I still smiled and replied, “Okay, honey. I picked up your documents from the security guard and put them on the computer desk.” “Thank you, honey.” That night, he seemed eager to be intimate with me. I pretended to go along with it but noticed that his enthusiasm was actually low. So that’s it. After having an affair outside, he naturally lacked energy. So I directly said I was tired and would just browse my phone for a while before sleeping. He sneakily came closer to me and patted his shoulder confidently, “Do you want to lean on my shoulder for a bit?” I turned my back to him without responding, but my lips moved silently: I don’t want to rest my head where another woman has placed her legs. “By the way, I ran into Mia today. She said she wants to have lunch with us the day after tomorrow,” I probed. “She’s really grown into a beauty now, quite the transformation.” Frank seemed to hesitate for a moment but still answered calmly, revealing nothing. “Hmm, I haven’t seen her in a long time either.” I smirked, thinking I’d like to see how long you two can keep up this act. The next day at noon, Frank and I took time off and invited our goddaughter to a Chinese hot pot restaurant for a “reunion.” Mia wore a low-cut black cocktail dress that accentuated her fair skin, creating a striking visual contrast that made her look both alluring and delicate. While ordering, Frank casually instructed: “Waiter, we need a split pot. Mia is on her period these days and can’t eat anything too spicy.” Seeing my displeased expression, Mia quickly tried to smooth things over with a smile, “Don’t misunderstand, I just told Uncle Frank about my period earlier.” Only then did Frank realize his mistake and hurriedly said, “Yes, honey, your stomach isn’t good, so you shouldn’t eat anything too spicy either.” Love or lack thereof can easily be seen in the details. That night, I deliberately got myself drunk, but actually secretly spit all the alcohol into a trash can under the table. Seeing that he couldn’t move me, Frank gently covered me with his jacket and quietly sent me to a room upstairs in the hotel. I didn’t sleep at all that night. The jacket covering me had a faint scent of perfume, seemingly mocking me for his lack of love. The next day, I lied about items being stolen from the car and contacted the property management to check the surveillance footage in the underground parking lot. Sure enough, I found that they had left home by car in the morning. The car wasn’t enough, they dared to bring the mistress into our home now, right? If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I might have still liked this goddaughter of ours, being fooled by my husband’s sweet words.
I spent a hefty sum to hire a private investigator to look into Mia. After marrying Frank, we managed our salaries separately, so he didn’t know how much savings I had. In fact, I had earned quite a bit through investments over the years. Originally, I planned to buy an apartment in the city center for our child after getting pregnant, which would be convenient for schooling. Now it seems that won’t be necessary. A few days later, the private investigator came to tell me, “There was a famous socialite at the University of Cambridge, and that was Mia. Fellow students said they often saw her going out to dinner with various men…” No wonder Mia could afford LV perfume and was dressed in designer brands when I saw her last time, even though she had just graduated and hadn’t found a job yet. “According to her classmates, she was previously expelled from school due to her private life issues, and she even tried to seduce the vice-chancellor, but failed.” “Moreover, Mia’s academic performance was actually at the bottom of the class, teetering on the edge of being asked to leave.” When I heard the private investigator say these things, my heart was bleeding. When we chose to sponsor her, she was still a thin, sallow-faced little girl, but her eyes sparkled with determination. Because of her good grades, she once earnestly told me that she believed “knowledge can change destiny.” She would sweetly call me “godmother,” and dance happily when she first wore the new dress I bought for her… I never expected that after struggling to get into the University of Cambridge and seeing the world, her values would change to believe that being a rich man’s mistress was better than studying. I heard that her current profession is modeling, and her next step is to enter the entertainment industry to make money, which explains the plastic surgery and breast augmentation. I remembered that Frank’s work was related to the entertainment industry. She probably wanted to enter the entertainment industry through Frank, and then dump him to hook up with other wealthy men. After all, what face does a girl who was so promiscuous in school have left to give up? Besides this, the private investigator also gave me a fund flow statement, which was Frank’s payment details. We manage our finances separately, and most of his income comes from salary and stocks. Another part is clearly shown on the bill – nearly 100,000 yuan spent on Mia! How long have they been together? And he’s already spent so much money! I asked the private investigator for one thing: a listening device that could be installed in the car. He hesitated and reminded me that eavesdropping is illegal, and evidence obtained through eavesdropping would not be accepted by the court. I said I knew that and wouldn’t use it as evidence. I just wanted to see if this pair of scumbags was really that disgusting. He then nodded and handed the device to me. A few days later, I used the excuse of a business trip to not return home. Sure enough, I discovered activity in the car. It seems they really like this SUV. “I want a hug,” Mia’s seductive voice came through the earphones. “My sweet baby, did you miss me today?” This was Frank’s naughty laugh, very different from his usual reserved and mature professional demeanor. “I did, you’re so bad.” The rest was just the sound of the seats creaking. Listening to those sounds, I smirked and clenched my fists, then immediately dialed Frank’s number without hesitation. He hung up several times, but seeing my urgent calls, he was forced to answer. “Hello, honey, where are you?” I asked. “Honey, I… ah… I’m in a meeting,” he tried to keep his voice calm and gentle. But I could still hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down, as well as his suppressed gasps. You know, I’m only eight years older than Mia, just turned thirty this year, and I take good care of myself. I don’t look old at all. Frank is average-looking, and his overall financial situation is not as good as mine. When we first got together, relatives and friends jokingly called us “Beauty and the Beast.” Many men wanted to pursue me. Since Frank doesn’t cherish what he has, he deserves to be abandoned by me. I smirked. Since they like being naked so much, I’ll grant their wish!
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