I was sure that I locked the drawer when I left in the morning.
I had always kept the key in a place that only I knew.
I carefully observed, and there were no signs of forced entry.
In other words, it must have been opened with a key.
I looked at the place where I hid the key. It was under a pot of plants on the bedside table.
I moved the pot, and the key was still there.
On the same day, I bought a camera to install in the bedroom, which could capture every corner.
I installed it in a corner, so Frank didn't notice it.
After installing it, I watched the footage on my phone at double speed every day for several days.
Nothing unusual happened.
I couldn't help but start to doubt if I was being paranoid.
What if I was careless and lost it, and I wrongly blamed Halle?
Out of hidden guilt, I had been treating Frank and Halle very well these days.
I even bought an entry lux bag for Halle.
Then one evening, I saw her figure on the surveillance.
In the surveillance, she first opened my closet and took out all my luxury clothes.
She compared them on herself with hangers.
She threw away the ones she didn't like and put on the ones she liked.
She did this for more than an hour.
Just when I thought she was going to put these clothes back, her next move made me want to slap her!
She threw all my clothes on the floor and deliberately changed into outdoor shoes.
She stepped on the pile of clothes without hesitation!
Meanwhile, she muttered and snorted, "It's just a few pieces of clothes! What's the big deal? Why are you so high and mighty?"
I restrained my desire to kill her. After all, I had received a good education for twenty-four years.
I continued to watch.
Halle came to the bedside table as if she knew the way.
She picked up the potted plant.
"Hey!
"Where's the key?"
Sure enough, it was her!
Although I thought I had wrongly accused her, I still changed the place of the key out of caution.
Halle couldn't find the key under the potted plant, and she looked a bit unhappy.
She put down the potted plant heavily.
She started looking for the key elsewhere.
But she searched for a long time and still couldn't find the key.
She was extremely impatient.
She grabbed the drawer, shaking it up and down and trying to forcefully pull it out.
I bought the dressing table online.
Although the quality and workmanship were not the best, it was not something that a woman like her could open without a key.