He Slept With His Assistant While I Watched From Upstairs

Synopsis

The courier arrived precisely at 7:00 PM, his knock echoing through the marble foyer of our mansion. I signed for the package with a practiced smile, the kind I'd perfected over five years of being Nathan's trophy wife. Small, unassuming, and completely forgettable—exactly as he liked me to be. "Thank you," I said, my voice soft and melodic. "Happy anniversary." The courier looked confused for a moment, then nodded politely before leaving. I carried the package to our living room, where champagne chilled in an ice bucket—a bottle of Dom P rignon that Nathan had left for our fifth wedding anniversary. A gesture that would have seemed romantic to anyone who didn't know better. The package was simple—a plain brown box with no return address. Inside lay a sleek tablet, its screen displaying a single icon: a livestream link. My fingers hovered