That bottle alone turned me into Sherlock Holmes.
I secretly went through Jasper's phone, and what I found confirmed everything: endless chat logs with Bianca.
Shopping records showed luxury goods worth millions. Credit card records showed a house and a luxury car—all bought for her.
Like every cheating man, he drowned his mistress in endless indulgence.
And when I had broken my leg in the mountains, begging him to drive me to the hospital, he was busy taking Bianca up to the Rockies to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom, swearing eternal love to her in flowery vows.
When I was bent under the weight of my mother-in-law, caring for bedpans and cleaning up after her in the hospital, he was with Bianca in Paris, renting the most expensive love suite, hiring ten servants, never leaving the room for a month, proudly recording how they had unlocked 108 different positions.
He used my hard-earned cash to pamper his mistress and play with investments as I worked my fingers to the bone raising and selling chickens to make a living.
Now, all the guests at the party were gathered, staring at me—the woman who had suddenly appeared. Their eyes were filled with a curious, almost eerie gaze.
I gave a cold laugh.
Slowly, without haste, I reached into my bag and pulled out my marriage certificate with Jasper. "You ignored the law, living with another woman's husband, having children in his name. Tell me, who's really the one being shameless here?"
Bianca's face drained of color. She turned to Jasper with a pitiful look, playing the classic manipulative damsel act, baiting his instinct to protect her.
Meanwhile, Jasper lunged for the marriage certificate, but I flicked my wrist, leaving him grasping at air.
He glared at me, his voice low and furious.
"I told you not to make a scene. Don't you understand?" Jasper said authoritatively, as if I were just one of his employees, and he was the boss giving orders.
I laughed coldly, my gaze locked on him.
Had he forgotten?
Back then, he was nothing more than a puppy at my feet. Now he's still a dog, just fawning over someone else's woman, but he seems to forget that the same water that lifts a boat can also sink it. I built him up, and I could tear him down completely.