No wonder it always felt so oppressive when I came back. Turned out, there was just too much trash in the house.
[Madam, I've sent you the surveillance footage you requested. Please focus on the videos from March 20th to March 30th.] The detective was efficient, emailing me the evidence.
I focused on the ten days' worth of footage.
Each night around 8 p.m., a person dressed in all black would enter Jennifer's apartment building.
Despite being covered head to toe, I recognized Antwan.
A man and a woman alone late at night? There was no way they were just friends.
During those days, Antwan had told me he found issues with a project and had to stay at the office for ten straight nights.
I had felt sorry for him and wanted to help, but he refused, saying he didn't want me to exhaust myself.
I laughed bitterly.
Jennifer hadn't even joined his company yet, and they were already in contact.
Thinking back to how genuinely concerned I was for him then, I wanted to smash my head against the wall.
I immediately sent the evidence to my lawyer. Perfect. We were one step closer to filing the lawsuit.