Imitating Dexter's tone, I replied, "No!"
"Babe, aren't I smart? Using a shopping app as a chat tool, your wife won't find anything even if she checks your phone!" Even through the screen, I could feel Scarlett's smugness.
I smirked coldly. Clever indeed. It's no wonder she's so confident. If I didn't know Dexter never shops online, I wouldn't have suspected anything.
"Mm, smart," I typed, keeping my response short to avoid arousing suspicion.
Yet, Scarlett still noticed something. "Huh? Babe, what's wrong with you today? Why so cold?" she asked suddenly.
For a moment, I didn't know how to respond. Dexter had always been warm and gentle toward me but reserved and distant with others. I couldn't imagine what his passionate side looked like.
After a brief pause, I typed, "She's next to me."
This seemed to put her mind at ease. "Okay, babe, I'll log off now," she replied. Scarlett went offline.
Scrolling up, I found the earlier messages vulgar and explicit, burning my eyes and further shattering my perception of Dexter.
I recorded all their chat logs on my phone, then deleted the conversation and placed his phone back where it was.
I didn't sleep a wink all night. It wasn't until the early hours of dawn, with the faint light creeping through the window, that I managed to drift off into a restless slumber.
When I woke up, it was already nine in the morning. Dexter had gone to work.
On the bedside table, he had left a note, reminding me that he had prepared breakfast for me in the kitchen. I crumpled the note into a ball and tossed it into the trash before getting up to wash and get ready.
Since resigning, I rarely visited the office, but today, I decided to surprise Dexter by bringing him a homemade lunch.
Though I hadn't been to the office much in the past two years, most of the staff still recognized me.
I made my way to his office without encountering any obstacles. As I pushed open the door, I was greeted by the sight of Dexter and Scarlett sitting face-to-face, eating lunch together. On the surface, everything seemed normal.
My sudden appearance startled them both. Scarlett quickly stood up, but I didn't miss the detail, she was barefoot on one side.
Though her movements were swift and she immediately slipped on her high heel, I had clearly seen her bare foot intertwined with my husband's leg beneath the table, slithering upward like a vine.