Knowing the internet's short attention span, I also recorded an explanatory video, narrating the timeline of their affair.
Once the upload was queued, I packed my bags and left that suffocating cage forever.
Thomas didn't come home for three days. He stared at their WeChat conversation, his brow furrowed. The chat window was dead silent.
In the past, Elise would have sent him messages about breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Now, not even a punctuation mark.
Hazel handed him a bento box, feigning guilt. "Teacher, you always apologize to Mrs. Gilbert. Maybe I should apologize for you this time? Seeing you living at the school breaks my heart."
Thomas scoffed. "Absolutely not. I won't be the first to bow my head this time. She owes *you* an apology. When she finally crawls back home, I'm going to teach her a lesson she won't forget."
Suddenly, a student burst into the office, breathless.
"Professor Gilbert! It's bad! Your wife is livestreaming! She's exposing evidence of infidelity and domestic abuse! The whole campus is watching!"
