It's no exaggeration to say that since marrying me, she's lived a life of luxury.
I thought I had done enough. Even a stone should warm up eventually, right?
I never expected it to end like that.
In this life, I'm going to take back everything that's mine and expose their affair, leaving them with nothing!
With a dark expression, Sophia displayed the photos that Matthew was supposed to reveal on the screen.
The photos showed me entering and leaving hotels with other women, laughing and chatting.
"That first photo might not mean much, but what about these? Wyatt, do you really think I'd expose you in front of everyone without solid evidence?" Sophia said.
I couldn't help but laugh as she stared at me in disappointment.
The people around us were shocked that I could still laugh at this point.
I looked at Matthew. "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"
Matthew put on a troubled expression. "It's not that I don't want to help you, man. But you didn't give me a heads-up. If I slip up and you two end up divorced, wouldn't that make me the bad guy?"
He panicked and started waving his hands as if he just realized what he had implied.
"It's not what you think. I really didn't know," he stammered.
Watching him put on such a show, I sighed.
After knowing him for over twenty years, I wanted to see how much of our friendship was real and how much was fake.
Now, it was clear. I had been fooling myself. I didn't see through him in time, which is why I ended up where I did in my past life.
"Is that so? Don't worry. You'll remember soon enough," I said, turning to my boss with an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry for what happened today. But there's something I need to ask to clear my name.
"Do you remember the time in those photos? We had a difficult client that day. We went out to dinner with them and closed the deal. Matthew and Isabella were there too," I said.
Hearing this, Matthew's face suddenly grew tense.
My boss squinted. He recalled the details and slowly nodded.
In the crowd, Isabella also stepped forward to support my story.
She said we didn't finish until nearly midnight and that Matthew was the one who drove me home.
"What's going on? He drove Wyatt home. How could he not know what Wyatt did that night?" someone in the crowd muttered.
"Honestly, I thought Wyatt was guilty!" another coworker sneered.