Dereck wrapped his arm around my shoulders, laughing blissfully. “They’re congratulating me for becoming a father and securing the global endorsement deal for the brand.”
Inwardly, I sneered at his cluelessness.
Looking at this man, so completely in the dark, I couldn’t decide whether to feel pity or contempt.
It truly was a "double happiness"—two betrayal at once.
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During a spring cleaning session, I discovered something shocking. Dereck had installed over a hundred hidden cameras in the house.
They weren’t for security. They were to monitor my movements.
When I wasn’t home, he would bring Claire over to our house to carry on their affair.
He had turned what was once a home full of warmth and memories into a sordid, no-limits love hotel.
The rooms I meticulously cleaned became their playground.
They tangled on the couch I had carefully chosen, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, smudging the glass I had polished until it gleamed, and even desecrated the dining table where I ate my meals.
So, I decided to fight fire with fire. I installed my own hidden cameras.
One evening, Dereck surprised me by bringing me a glass of warm milk.
“I bought this special prenatal formula for you. It’s good for the baby.”
I drank it, touched by the gesture, and slept soundly that night.
The next day, while reviewing the surveillance footage, my stomach churned.
Dereck had brought Claire home while I was fast asleep.
That woman lay brazenly right next to me!
They indulged in their passion while I slept peacefully.
“Your trick worked perfectly. Sneaking her some sleeping pills was brilliant,” she beamed. “Even more thrilling than usual! You’re amazing!”
Their illicit tryst lasted three or four hours before they finally stopped.
The following morning, Dereck returned home unusually early.
Perhaps out of guilt, he approached me and hugged me tightly, burying his head in my neck.
“Wife, I’ve missed you so much. We haven’t been intimate since the baby...”
He lifted his head, his shirt half undone, revealing his toned chest and faintly bulging veins.
If this had been the past, I would have eagerly leaned into him, massaged his shoulders, and catered to his every whim.
But now, all I could smell was the faint lily fragrance lingering on him—a scent that belonged to Claire.
No matter how much he washed, it wouldn’t come off.
He was tainted.