With just one bite, my stomach churned violently. I couldn't help but rush into the bathroom and throw up.

Shocked, Victor immediately hovered over me to ask what was wrong and insisted on taking me to the hospital.

Meeting his worried gaze, I shook my head.

I had given him a chance.

Last night, looking through the social media apps on his phone, I found that the post I had read earlier was written by Victor himself.

At that moment, a sharp pain had pierced my chest, making it hard to breathe.

We had been together for eight years. If Victor had shown even a shred of guilt today and come clean with me—even if he had just vaguely hinted at the truth—I would have let him go.

We could have parted ways on good terms.

Instead, he evaded the question and chose to keep acting, treating me like an absolute idiot.

If that was how he wanted to play it, then he couldn't blame me for what came next.

I turned and walked toward the bedroom. "I'm taking a sick day today."

Victor told me to drink plenty of water before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

Standing on the balcony, I looked down coldly as his car drove out of the neighborhood.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "I need some security cameras installed at my place. I'll text you the address.

"Yes, right now."

Half an hour later, the technician arrived. "Ma'am, what are your requirements? What kind of setup are you looking for?"

"Small and discreet."

I glanced at the king-sized bed in the bedroom. "They absolutely cannot be found. Give me the best you have. Money is no object."

The technician nodded and set to work efficiently.

…

A week later, I had just finished a meeting and walked back into my office when I checked my watch. It was just past 3:30 pm.

Staring at the coffee on my desk, an impulse hit me. I opened the camera feed on my phone.

The moment the image loaded, I nearly dropped the phone.

On the screen, right on my bed, two naked bodies were tangled together.

The woman's long, faint blonde hair was glaringly obvious.

The sickening moans mixed with Victor's grunts made my stomach turn.

I gripped my phone so hard the screen almost cracked. Rage rushed straight to my head, leaving my whole body trembling.

Victor Blake!

Taking a deep breath to steady my rising chest, I called my best friend, Paige Gray. "Paige, gather some people and meet me at my place. Arm yourselves."

Ten minutes later, I pulled into the parking garage.

Sure enough, Victor's car was once again taking up two spaces.

The moment I got out, I saw two black Toyota Siennas pull up one after the other.

The sliding doors flew open, and a dozen heavily muscled men piled out.

Paige rushed out from behind the crowd, swearing up a storm. "That absolute bastard! How dare he sleep around behind your back? Does he think you don't have anyone looking out for you? I'm going to ruin him today!"

Compared to the blinding rage I felt earlier, I was now strangely calm.

My apartment was on the 23rd floor.

I had everyone ride the elevator to the 22nd floor with me first, then take the stairs the rest of the way up.

Standing in the stairwell, I called Victor.

The phone rang seven times before he finally picked up. "Yes, honey?"

His voice was raspy, and his breathing was a little heavy. I could hear it loud and clear.

"I'm down in the garage. Come down and move your car."

"Oh, okay. I'll be right down. Give me a minute."

After hanging up, I started handing out orders methodically.

Two guys went to cover the elevator, Paige got her phone ready to record, and the rest blocked the front door, with me leading.

Everyone took their positions exactly as instructed.

Paige raised her phone, aiming it squarely at the door. A dozen men packed the hallway, leaving no room to move.

The corridor was dead silent. Less than two minutes later, hurried footsteps echoed from inside the apartment.

Then came a sharp click. Someone opened the door.

"Ugh, your wife is so annoy—Ah!"

Before the woman could finish her sentence, her eyes went wide with terror, and she tried to close the door.