Chapter 3

By 7:30 PM, the sky was completely dark.

The heavy iron gates of the community opened, and that familiar black Mercedes rolled out.

Sitting in the passenger seat was Chloe Miller.

I immediately started my engine and followed them.

At the same time, I opened the app and hit "Go Live."

The camera pointed at me, and through the windshield, it captured the car ahead.

I forced a sad, resolute smile for the camera.

"Hi everyone, I'm Clara. Today is my third wedding anniversary.

"Right now, I'm on my way to give my husband an 'anniversary surprise.'

"I hope you can all bear witness with me."

The viewer count began to skyrocket.

Comments started flooding the screen like a tidal wave.

I looked at the rapidly scrolling text, keeping my voice in a state of controlled trembling.

"A lot of you are asking where I'm going.

"Do you see the car in front of me?

"That is my husband's car.

"The girl in the passenger seat is his assistant, Chloe Miller.

"Twenty minutes ago, they walked out of The Lumina together.

"Yes, that luxury condo complex where units start at three million dollars."

The chat went wild:

[Holy shit! Starting off with a bang?!]

[The Lumina? Isn't that mistress central?]

[So on their anniversary, the husband takes his side piece out of a luxury condo? Real life is wilder than fiction!]

[Her voice is shaking. I feel so bad for her...]

[Wait, is this legal? Is she tracking him?]

The moderators Harper set up immediately pinned a comment:

[This stream has been legally cleared. The stream is strictly for securing evidence of marital misconduct to protect the spouse's legal rights.]

[Please stay respectful and respect privacy.]

I continued, "This morning, I texted my husband.

"I reminded him it was our anniversary and booked his favorite restaurant.

"This afternoon, he told me he had a client meeting and couldn't make it.

"And now, it seems Miss Miller is his client."

The Mercedes finally parked in front of a high-end French bistro.

It was a trendy, overhyped Michelin-star restaurant that required reservations a month in advance. When I had asked to go there last month, Ethan had told me it was "too much hassle and not worth it."

The car doors opened. Ethan walked around to the passenger side, gallantly opening the door for Chloe.

Chloe stepped out, laughing, and naturally wrapped her arm around his.

I parked the car, grabbed my purse containing the hidden camera, and stepped out.

As I walked, the camera captured the clear view of the two of them walking arm-in-arm into the restaurant.

The chat was in absolute chaos:

[Busted! Look at that! Colleagues? My ass!]

[Ditching his wife on their anniversary to take his mistress to a fancy dinner? Trash bag behavior!]

[That girl looks familiar... is she that influencer?]

[Stay strong, girl! We got your back!]

[Go in there and rip them apart!]