I found it funny looking at Linda's guilty and helpless expression.

"Linda, I just went over to check the situation."

I believed in Adrian in my heart. He wouldn't cheat.

I always thought it was better to be direct.

It was better to face the problem rather than making groundless guesses and causing misunderstandings. This situation did not necessarily mean that Adrian was cheating.

But looking at Linda's guilty expression, it seemed that Adrian had been convicted.

In this stalemate, they got on the elevator and left.

I looked at Linda who was holding my arm tightly and didn't force her.

I would ask him when we got home in the evening.

"It's all your fault for not dressing up normally. He cheated on you!"

I was speechless when I saw her expression of disappointment.

Linda had accused her son of cheating before anything was confirmed.

I didn't know if it was out of guilt or some other emotion that afternoon.

She bought me a bunch of clothes, shoes, and bags, and also went to a jewelry store.

She didn't buy anything herself.

I refused in vain, so I had to accompany her silently until dark.

At 7 p.m., I had just come out of the shower when I heard a rapid knock on the door.

I opened the door. Before I could say anything, a soft body with a fruity smell hugged me.

"Mia, your father-in-law has cheated on me..."

I was hugged so tightly that I didn't react for a moment, and I didn't hear clearly what she said.

All I could hear was the crying.

I pulled up her slipped shoulder strap and asked helplessly.

"Linda, what's wrong again?"

An hour later, Linda stopped crying and took out a stack of photos and handed them to me.

"The express delivery just now said that Ryan cheated on me. I dress so beautifully every day... Why..."

When she talked about this she started crying again.

I flipped through the photos she handed me.

There was a thick stack of photos of different women and Ryan attending various occasions.

They were a little close but nothing out of the ordinary.

But this last photo was a kissing photo.

But the angle was a bit strange. And I couldn't tell whether it was a trick or a real kiss.

But looking at the photos, I could give Ryan who had done so much an innocent title.

"Linda, what do you want to do now?"

"What?"

She was stumped by my question, and she didn't know what to do either...

I felt helpless looking at the confused woman in front of me.