My name was Grace Lane. My loving husband personally arranged a scene of catching an affair to move me and convince me to let him become the CEO.

Little did he know that I had already obtained the evidence. After playing along with him, I revealed the truth.

Ray, the more you care about something, the more I will destroy it.

I was consulting on my grandfather's inheritance dispute at a law firm in a remote suburb.

The boss of the law firm flipped through the legal books, sweat dripping from his forehead.

I couldn't help but click my tongue inwardly, thinking how unprofessional he was.

Conrad Bax knocked on the door and handed me a cup of coffee.

I took a sip and said, "Conrad, you still remember that I like Blue Mountain coffee."

The boss of the law firm poked his head out from a pile of books and asked, "Ms. Lane, do you know each other?"

I nodded with a smile, saying, "He is the husband of my close friend."

Conrad tapped on the desk. "Can I sit here and listen?"

"Of course. Mr. Bax is the only PhD student in our law firm!"

Conrad calmly sat down beside me, the hem of his suit lightly brushing against my skirt, and the cool woody scent of his perfume entered my nose.

I quietly took off my high heels under the table. I gently lifted one foot nimbly and, like a snake found its prey, I skillfully used my toes to rub against Conrad's calf, and my stockings rubbed against the fabric of his suit, making a barely audible sound.

Conrad's body trembled, and he turned his head to give me a meaningful look.

I cupped my face and smiled at him.

Conrad glanced distractedly under the desk, and I provocatively raised the arch of my foot and moved my foot upward.

Conrad let out a muffled groan, his back stiffening.

"Conrad, when was the last time we handled a genetic litigation?"

"What?"

His boss, Patrick Massy, was suspicious. "What's wrong with you? You seem absent-minded."

I kindly explained on Conrad's behalf, "Mr. Massy, your law firm has so many files that it gives people a headache. Mr. Bax seldom has a chance to relax. It's quite understandable."

Conrad snapped out of it and said, "In September last year, a CEO died suddenly. His wife entrusted us to sue the mistress for a genetic dispute, with a claim of 5 million dollars."

Patrick asked politely, "Ms. Lane, approximately how much money is involved in your inheritance dispute?"

I held up one finger.

He tentatively asked, "10 million dollars?"

I shook my head and said word by word, "1 billion dollars!"

Patrick was shocked.

"Are you really entrusting such a big case to us?"

"To be precise, I want Mr. Bax to handle it."

I looked at Conrad, who remained calm and composed.

He was very good at acting calm. He didn't reply to any of my flirtatious messages for a whole week.

When I walked out, I heard discussions in the law firm.

"She's a friend of Mr. Bax. Thanks to Mr. Bax, our law firm can handle such a big case."

Conrad walked me to the door of the law firm, and when we shook hands to say goodbye, I casually scratched his palm with my thumb, which must have made him feel ticklish.

Just as I left the law firm, I received his message.

[Grace, what do you mean?]

I smirked and quickly typed.

[Saturday night, 7 o'clock, Grand Hotel. Yes or no?]

I never expected that the first time I invited a man to a hotel, it would be my best friend's husband.

If Bonnie Hayward knew, she would definitely be furious.

No, she wouldn't be furious. After all, she was busy having an affair with Ray Douglas.

Who was Ray? Unfortunately, he was my husband.

Ray and Bonnie had an affair first, and I was just retaliating.

That day, the project in Arizona ended a day early. I bought the ticket for the earliest flight back, wanting to surprise Ray.

I knew he was at home, so I rushed home at once after getting off the plane.

From the moment I entered the door, I was surprised.

The living room was not lit, but it was very bright, with elegant light strips hanging in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The warm-colored lights were charming and enchanting.

In the center, bright rose petals formed the shape of a heart on the floor.

It was very romantic, but I was definitely not the protagonist of this surprise.

Because everything was a mess starting from the sofa. High heels were kicked far away, and clothes were scattered on the floor.

All the way to the bedroom door, I saw a dress, a pair of trousers, a shirt, a pair of rolled-up stockings, and even bras.

It must have been very titillating.

With red eyes, I stood at the bedroom door, trembling with anger, hesitating whether to catch them in bed.

Ray happened to come out of the door. He had a flushed face, and he looked very shocked when he saw me.

"Grace, why did you come back early?"

He was only wearing underwear, exposing his tanned skin. If it were usual, I would definitely be captivated by his charm, calling his name affectionately, and then throwing myself into his arms.

However, he blocked my line of sight with guilt, not letting me see the situation in the bedroom.

I pushed him away and rushed into the room, only to see a woman sitting at the head of my bed, her sexy nightgown hurting my eyes.

She had brown wavy hair. I was in great disbelief. It was Bonnie.

Bonnie's face turned pale. "Grace, it's not what you think."

I stared at the bed without blinking, where there were fresh imprints from someone sleeping on it.

"We assembled this bed together."

Ray and I visited countless furniture stores and couldn't find anything satisfactory, so we had it custom-made and spent an afternoon assembling it ourselves.

After we put the mattress on, he hugged me. We lay on this bed, and he whispered words that made my face blush and my heart race.

As I recalled these memories, tears welled up in my eyes and fell onto the floor.

I screamed hysterically at Ray, "How could you have sex with another woman in this bed?"

Ray panicked and tried to grab my hand. "Grace, hear me out!"

I shook it off with force.

"Don't touch me. You disgust me!"

The smell of the burning incense in the room made me nauseous.

Bonnie had already put on her clothes and was about to leave, but I blocked her at the door.

"You don't have to leave. I should."

I didn't pack anything. I just pushed the suitcase for the business trip and left.

I could always buy things that I needed, but I couldn't stay here for another second.

When I went out, a gust of cool wind blew, lifting a corner of the curtain. I looked up.

On the balcony, the tea table where we used to sit to watch the stars and the moon had two unfinished steaks and two glasses of champagne, one set on the left and the other set on the right.

I sneered, "Ray, you've arranged your affair more grandly than your proposal. You've really made progress."

We were together for six years. Six years of my time wasted.

I was very unwilling, and my heart ached so much that I couldn't even breathe.

But I reminded myself that I was Grace Lane, and of course, I wouldn't be easily defeated like this.

I would deal with the bitch couple. I would make them regret it.

Actually, now that I thought about it, there had been traces of Ray's affair.

I gave him full trust, but he betrayed me, which was a hard slap in my face.

Several times, Ray replied to someone's messages late at night, smiling heartily at his phone screen.

I asked him, and he said it was a new client who sent him good news.

Why would he beam at a client's messages? He must have been flirting with Bonnie.

Unfortunately, at that time, I was blinded by love and never doubted him.

The computer in the study, when logged in, was his web version of WhatsApp. The chat records used to be synchronized.

He smiled and said that he had no secrets from me, and I could check whenever I felt like it.

Once, when I checked some information on the computer, I saw that the interface of his WhatsApp was completely blank.

I felt strange and immediately asked him.

He popped his head out of the kitchen and explained that the system had been reinstalled on the computer, and it might sync in a few days.

He looked so sincere, and he was in the kitchen cooking my favorite dish.

Why should I doubt him?

Suspicious women were the biggest threat to a marriage.

Now I realized how stupid I was back then. He must have turned off the sync function and erased all traces.

I didn't know how they got together, but one thing I was sure of.

Ray would never dare to do anything wrong under my grandfather's nose.

Yes, they both worked at my grandfather's company.

Ray was the general manager, and Bonnie was the HR director.

Perhaps it happened during the first team-building event at the company after my grandfather passed away.

Ray said they would have dinner first and then go to the hot springs.

He asked me if I wanted to go, but I always disliked this kind of occasion, so I refused without hesitation.

He used to persuade me to join them sweetly, but not that day.

At 8:30 in the evening, he sent me a message.

[The dinner is not over yet, and we're still drinking. It might be late when I go back.] Attached was a photo of a wine glass.

I was concerned about his health. [Don't drink that much. It's not good for your stomach.]

After replying to his message, I habitually checked my Instagram.

I saw a short video posted by another senior executive of the company a minute ago. He filmed the bamboo forest of the hot spring hotel. Even in the night, it was still lush and green. There was a man's figure flashing by. The swimming trunks he was wearing seemed to be the ones Ray brought.

Had he already gone to the hot spring hotel? Then why did he lie to me and say he was still drinking?

I couldn't think of any reason. I told myself that men's swimming trunks all looked similar.

But I looked at that figure several times, and it seemed it was Ray for sure. Too bad it was a bit blurry.

But I remembered that Bonnie didn't post anything on Instagram that day.

Did I miss something?

I remembered she mentioned to me before that young people nowadays preferred to share their lives on another social platform.

The name was ... TikTok?

After downloading TikTok and registering, I selected several tags and scrolled down, checking the posts of people in the same town.

Even though Bonnie used an alt account, I still easily found her.

She posted a Hermes bag, and her post was recommended to be on the homepage of TikTok.

It was a limited-edition bag, the only one in town, and I gave it to her.

I clicked on her profile picture and scrolled down. On the day they went to the hot spring hotel, she posted on TikTok.

It was a photo of a man and a woman in bed holding hands.

The man's ring finger had only a shallow mark. There was no ring.

He said he would never take off his wedding ring. What a liar.

I could recognize Ray's hand under any circumstances.

It seems that he made great use of the time to have an affair with Bonnie in the hotel room.

He lied to me at the same time, telling me he'd go home immediately after the hot spring.

I knew for sure that they were having an affair.

During this time, I stayed in a hotel and dealt with the inheritance affairs after my grandfather's death.

I was an only child. My parents died when I was young, and my grandfather took care of me as I grew up.

Although my grandfather left a will, my two aunts thought they got too little and wanted to compete with me.

On Saturday night, I waited for Conrad in the hotel room.

At seven o'clock, he arrived on time.

I listened to the sound of rushing water in the bathroom and felt very pleased.

Suddenly, the room door was banged, and I thought it was room service.

I opened the door, and Ray blocked me, gritting his teeth.

"Grace, how could you retaliate against me like this?"