Hearing my parents' voices, I couldn't hold back my tears. They welled up in my eyes.
Antwan took over his family's company and performed just okay. It was our family's reputation that kept some suppliers from renewing their contracts.
So, I didn't understand where Antwan got the nerve to talk like that.
I quickly hung up the phone, composed myself, and ordered some takeout. Angry as I was, I couldn't mistreat my stomach.
[Ms. Walton, the investigation was easy. Antwan didn't bother to hide his tracks. Please check your email for the rest after paying the remaining fee.]
The private investigator worked quickly. After finishing my meal, I received the message.
In my email were Antwan's spending records and intimate photos.
Rings, roses, cakes, dinners for two...
I had never seen any of this.
I laughed bitterly. I paid the investigator the remaining fee.
Another email arrived.
The contents made me sick: Antwan's hotel spending records.
There were also videos from the hotel entrance and hallways.
Most of them showed he was with Jennifer.
I checked the surveillance timestamps—three months ago.
Three months ago, my alma mater invited me to give a lecture, and I stayed in that city for half a month.