How fortunate that I hadn't divorced yet. Catching Antwan cheating while still married would ruin him.
When I got home, the housekeeper I hired had already packed up Antwan's belongings.
This house was bought with my dad's money, so naturally, it belonged to me. When we divorced, it would be Antwan who had to leave.
"Madam, everything's packed up. What would you like me to do with it?" asked the housekeeper.
I took out my phone and recorded a video for Antwan. [These are your things. Do you want them thrown out, or should I send them to you?]
[What gives you the right to touch my stuff?] He texted back.
[Give me your new address. If you don't respond in three minutes, it's going in the trash.]
Antwan didn't reply again, so I blocked him.
"Could you please leave them next to the trash cans outside?" I pointed to the bins on the street.
I was always punctual.
After the housekeeper finished cleaning and left, my home finally felt a bit more peaceful.
No wonder it always felt so oppressive when I came back. Turned out, there was just too much trash in the house.
[Madam, I've sent you the surveillance footage you requested. Please focus on the videos from March 20th to March 30th.] The detective was efficient, emailing me the evidence.
I focused on the ten days' worth of footage.
Each night around 8 p.m., a person dressed in all black would enter Jennifer's apartment building.
Despite being covered head to toe, I recognized Antwan.
A man and a woman alone late at night? There was no way they were just friends.
During those days, Antwan had told me he found issues with a project and had to stay at the office for ten straight nights.
I had felt sorry for him and wanted to help, but he refused, saying he didn't want me to exhaust myself.
I laughed bitterly.
Jennifer hadn't even joined his company yet, and they were already in contact.
Thinking back to how genuinely concerned I was for him then, I wanted to smash my head against the wall.
I immediately sent the evidence to my lawyer. Perfect. We were one step closer to filing the lawsuit.
After finishing my tasks, I suddenly remembered the message from the unknown account on WhatsApp. I still hadn't replied.
I opened WhatsApp and typed. [Who are you? What's your relationship with Antwan?]
I was so mad that I forgot I could find evidence from Jennifer.
[Oh, Ms. Walton, you don't know me? I'm Antwan's secretary.]