Chapter 2

“Marcus…”

Dylan called out, his voice trembling like a leaf.

Marcus didn’t speak. He just turned to me.

“Recording?”

I paused, then quickly nodded.

“Yep, recording.”

Chloe crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down her face.

“Marcus, it’s not what you think…”

“Shut up.”

Just two simple words, but Chloe gasped as if her throat was choked, unable to utter another sound.

I sat in the chair, watching the scene, a strange sense of unreality washing over me.

I was the one betrayed; I should be the most devastated.

But at that moment, I felt like a detached observer, coolly watching this farce unfold.

“You two, put your clothes on.” Marcus said coldly.

I watched them clumsily dress, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Why did this scene feel so much like a TV drama?

Once they were decent, Marcus grabbed Dylan, landing two swift punches, left and right, on his face.

Then a vicious knee strike. I watched Dylan clutch his groin, his lips going white.

He pretended to have performance issues before; now his 'dream' might just come true.

Marcus usually seemed so composed and gentlemanly.

I never imagined he could be so fiercely masculine when he was angry.

When Dylan fell to the ground, Marcus finally spoke.

“So, how long have you two been hooking up?”

No one answered.

“I asked, how long?!” Marcus suddenly roared.

Even I flinched.

Chloe sobbed, “Th… three… years…”

Three years.

The exact length of my marriage to Dylan.

So he’d been lying to me from the very beginning.

All those excuses, all those evasions, all those so-called 'physical reasons'—they were all lies.

I spoke, my voice laced with sarcasm.

“So, you two are soulmates? It started even before we got married?”

Dylan hung his head, silent.

“Look up! Look at us when you speak!” Marcus roared again.

Dylan slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with terror.

“Bro… I…”

“Don’t call me bro!” Marcus’s voice was filled with pure rage.

“I don’t have a brother like you, you animal.”

Dylan’s face turned ashen.

Chloe suddenly knelt down.

“Honey, I’m sorry… I truly know I messed up…”

I added, twisting the knife, “Do you know you messed up, or are you just scared?”

If I hadn't found out, who knows how long we would have been deceived.

I stood up and faced Marcus.

“The evidence is all recorded. Let’s go. This place is dirty.”

Marcus nodded, turning to leave.

“Wait! Don’t go!” Dylan panicked, dropping to his knees.

I turned back, smiling sweetly.

“Why not stay? To watch you and Chloe do it again? Besides, you want to be with Chloe, right? We’re just helping you out.”

“No! Honey, we can’t divorce!” Chloe shrieked.

Marcus had more money than my husband and had never been stingy with her. Now she probably couldn't bear to lose that.

It seemed she cared more about Marcus’s money than Dylan’s love.

“You’re busy with work. I was just so lonely that I made a mistake. Please forgive me this one time. I’ll cut him off completely, okay?”

Chloe cried dramatically, but Marcus didn’t even glance at her as he refused.

“Impossible. You slut! Get out!”