My last shred of hope died.
I stopped thinking.
When I got to the hotel, the staff assumed I was there to cause trouble. I had no choice but to call the police.
With their help, I finally found them in a suite—my husband, panicked, shielding his mistress like she was something precious.
I lost my mind. I clawed at them, screamed every vile curse I knew, took photos, exposed everything.
The whole thing went smoothly. It wasn't even hard.
But it drained every ounce of strength I had.
Kevin rubbed his temples, irritated. "Was all that really necessary? Fine, the hotel—I lost my head. But that was the only time we were intimate. You barged in and ruined it before anything more could happen."
I shot back, "Don't you dare act righteous about cheating!"
"Kevin, you're despicable!"
He smirked, his voice calm and cruel. "You know what, Roberta? The more you throw these tantrums, the more beautiful Adela looks in my mind."
"You'll never compare to her. Let's see how long you can keep this up."
My breath came fast and shallow. I stared at him, unblinking.
His mask had finally slipped—but instead of satisfaction, I felt a boulder crushing my chest.