It was then that I noticed Alice’s tablet, left forgotten on the table.
I had no intention of checking it—until the screen lit up with a notification, revealing the lock screen wallpaper. It was an intimate photo of her and Mike. She was wearing next to nothing, their pose unmistakably suggestive.
The tablet had no password. I opened the album, my stomach churning. Dozens—no, hundreds—of photos and videos of their secret moments. Passionate embraces. Provocative snapshots. In the videos, she called him 'husband' in a voice so sickeningly tender it made my skin crawl. I copied everything to my phone before heading straight to the hospital.
At the entrance, I saw Alice holding onto Mike’s arm as they walked out. Spotting me, she frowned. "Are you here to apologize to Mike? At least you still have a little conscience."
I smirked bitterly. "Did you forget? You were the one who smashed my head open yesterday."
Her face paled. "I—I'm sorry... I was just too anxious..."
But before she could say more, Mike winced in pain and she rushed back to comfort him. At that moment, I felt nothing but numbness.