Chapter 1 · Cheat On Me? Become My Hunt

Chapter 1

My husband, Edward Harris, had been to the newly-opened cake shop downstairs a staggering eighteen times in a single month.

I bided my time, keeping my suspicions to myself, before finally deciding to pay the place a visit.

The proprietress was a single mother. Decked out in a dress that exuded a blend of innocence and allure, and with her hair casually gathered up by a lacy ribbon, she greeted me with a warm, inviting smile.

"Mrs. Harris, glad you're here at last," she said.

It was our first encounter, but her confident use of my married name sent a shiver down my spine.

There was no mistaking the veiled challenge in her words and the look in her eyes.

"I knew you'd come eventually. You've got more self-control than I gave you credit for," she drawled.

*****

I was cuddling my daughter on the couch, reading her a fairy tale, when Edward came home from work.

"Sophia, look what Daddy brought you," he said, holding up a beautifully wrapped box.

He closed the door behind him and raised the box for us to see.

Sophia raced over, but when she saw it was yet another cream cake, her face was all disappointment.

"Daddy, why do you keep buying me cake? I'm sick of it already..." she complained.

Her words reminded me—this was already the eighteenth cake Edward had brought home from that bakery downstairs this month.

I knew Edward was definitely up to something.

Pretending I needed to do laundry, I grabbed his jacket and headed to the laundry room.

I bent down and took a whiff—the whole thing was covered in that sugary cake scent.

Then I reached into the pocket and felt something soft.

When I pulled it out, it was actually a flesh-colored, flower-shaped silicone pastie.

I stared at it for a long moment. Suddenly, everything made sense.

It looked like that vixen couldn't hold back anymore and decided to provoke me directly.

Not wanting to tip him off, I kept my expression neutral and quietly tucked the pastie away.

I asked with a teasing smile, "Is that bakery downstairs really that tempting? You've been there eighteen times this month."

A flicker of panic flashed in Edward's eyes.

"I just thought you and Sophia liked sweets, so I kept buying them. Since you're tired of them now, I guess I'll just have to eat them all myself," he said.

He snatched up the cake and devoured it in seconds, then promptly showered it with compliments.

"The owner of that cake shop is a single mom. She's really something, raising her kid all on her own. Super tough and independent. Plus, her cakes are delicious," Edward said.

How touching, huh?

Time to find out if that pastie belonged to who I thought it did.

I started by bribing the security guard in the parking lot downstairs with a twenty-dollar bill.

He then quickly pulled up three months' worth of security footage for me.

That was when I realized Edward spent half his evenings after work at that bakery downstairs.

His most recent visit was just two hours ago.

Monica Reed ran the bakery downstairs.

I didn't know much about Monica.

All I knew was she just showed up out of nowhere about six months ago, moved into this fancy neighborhood, opened a bakery barely the size of a closet, and was always with a little boy tagging along, who looked about Sophia's age.

Taking a chance, I went into the study and turned on Edward's laptop.

After eight years together, I knew him inside out. Getting past his lock screen was effortless.

I pulled up his WhatsApp and scrolled to the very end. His chat history with Monica was right there, clear as day.

Edward asked: [You're so sensitive. You even messed up my pants.]

Monica sent a mischievous laughing emoji.

[That's because you're such a hungry wolf. Guess your wife just can't keep up with you, huh...]

No wonder Edward came home at noon just to shower and swap out his clothes. So that was what he was sneaking around for.

Just as I was about to exit, Monica hit me with another message out of nowhere: [Edward, when are you going to do what you promised me last time?]

I felt unexpectedly calm.

Holding back my revulsion, I saved the chat history.

If they were bold enough to play games right under my nose, then they couldn't blame me for tearing them down myself.

Chapter 1

My husband, Edward Harris, had been to the newly-opened cake shop downstairs a staggering eighteen times in a single month.

I bided my time, keeping my suspicions to myself, before finally deciding to pay the place a visit.

"Mrs. Harris, glad you're here at last," she said.

It was our first encounter, but her confident use of my married name sent a shiver down my spine.

There was no mistaking the veiled challenge in her words and the look in her eyes.

"I knew you'd come eventually. You've got more self-control than I gave you credit for," she drawled.

*****

I was cuddling my daughter on the couch, reading her a fairy tale, when Edward came home from work.

"Sophia, look what Daddy brought you," he said, holding up a beautifully wrapped box.

He closed the door behind him and raised the box for us to see.

Sophia raced over, but when she saw it was yet another cream cake, her face was all disappointment.

"Daddy, why do you keep buying me cake? I'm sick of it already..." she complained.

Her words reminded me—this was already the eighteenth cake Edward had brought home from that bakery downstairs this month.

I knew Edward was definitely up to something.

Pretending I needed to do laundry, I grabbed his jacket and headed to the laundry room.

I bent down and took a whiff—the whole thing was covered in that sugary cake scent.

Then I reached into the pocket and felt something soft.

When I pulled it out, it was actually a flesh-colored, flower-shaped silicone pastie.

I stared at it for a long moment. Suddenly, everything made sense.

It looked like that vixen couldn't hold back anymore and decided to provoke me directly.

Not wanting to tip him off, I kept my expression neutral and quietly tucked the pastie away.

I asked with a teasing smile, "Is that bakery downstairs really that tempting? You've been there eighteen times this month."

A flicker of panic flashed in Edward's eyes.

"I just thought you and Sophia liked sweets, so I kept buying them. Since you're tired of them now, I guess I'll just have to eat them all myself," he said.

He snatched up the cake and devoured it in seconds, then promptly showered it with compliments.

"The owner of that cake shop is a single mom. She's really something, raising her kid all on her own. Super tough and independent. Plus, her cakes are delicious," Edward said.

How touching, huh?

Time to find out if that pastie belonged to who I thought it did.

I started by bribing the security guard in the parking lot downstairs with a twenty-dollar bill.

He then quickly pulled up three months' worth of security footage for me.

That was when I realized Edward spent half his evenings after work at that bakery downstairs.

His most recent visit was just two hours ago.

Monica Reed ran the bakery downstairs.

I didn't know much about Monica.

Taking a chance, I went into the study and turned on Edward's laptop.

After eight years together, I knew him inside out. Getting past his lock screen was effortless.

I pulled up his WhatsApp and scrolled to the very end. His chat history with Monica was right there, clear as day.

Edward asked: [You're so sensitive. You even messed up my pants.]

Monica sent a mischievous laughing emoji.

[That's because you're such a hungry wolf. Guess your wife just can't keep up with you, huh...]

No wonder Edward came home at noon just to shower and swap out his clothes. So that was what he was sneaking around for.

Just as I was about to exit, Monica hit me with another message out of nowhere: [Edward, when are you going to do what you promised me last time?]

I felt unexpectedly calm.

Holding back my revulsion, I saved the chat history.

If they were bold enough to play games right under my nose, then they couldn't blame me for tearing them down myself.