Adriana Merritt had just returned from a trip out of town, and the moment she pushed open the door, her face changed instantly at the sight of women's clothes scattered messily all over the floor.
Her gaze finally landed on a black lace bra draped over the sofa—it was clearly not her size.
As she was still processing this, sounds started coming from the bedroom. The noises were so explicit that they made her face flush.
At that moment, the only thing Adriana wanted was to rush in and strangle the adulterous pair.
The man's voice sounded overwhelmingly familiar. It was her boyfriend of three years, Sebastian Lowe. They were engaged and about to be married.
As for the woman, Adriana mentally scanned through everyone she knew and still couldn’t figure out who it could be.
Thinking it over, Adriana realized she felt somewhat relieved—it's better to discover this now than after tying the knot and ending up with a divorce. Nonetheless, her stomach churned with disgust, as if she'd just swallowed a fly.
Of all places, why this one? Coming to her apartment in the middle of the day to indulge in their sordid thrill—apparently, life had been too smooth for them.
Scum! Trash of a man! A heartless bastard who takes no responsibility for relationships. Adriana felt a burning urge to storm in and slap him across the face.
Despite her boiling anger, Adriana managed to keep her cool. She understood well the disparity in physical strength between men and women—especially if she barged in recklessly now, a potentially furious Sebastian might even strike her.
And Adriana Merritt—who was still sitting on seven figures in her bank account—had no intention of losing her life over scum like him.
With a frosty smile curling her lips, she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone. She opened the camera and began recording, tiptoeing forward quietly.
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Five minutes later, Adriana left, feeling thoroughly satisfied. But as she stared at the video stored on her phone, nausea gripped her so strongly she nearly threw up her dinner from the night before.
It was too much for her eyes to bear—absolutely unbearable!
How could something so tiny exist in this world? If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Adriana Merritt wouldn’t have believed it!
Ugh! She must've been utterly blind to have trusted this shameless man’s nonsense in the past.
She’d been wondering—how could a normal man date her for so long and behave so properly, barely even holding her hand? Turns out, he was just worried she’d discover the truth and leave him.
Back then, she thought he was reliable. But now? Hah! Adriana Merritt had just one word in her heart:
Leave!
Thank goodness she found out now. Had she really signed the papers and held the wedding banquet, what would that have been any different from living like a widow?
Adriana Merritt promptly shut the video off—out of sight, out of mind—and then grabbed her phone to call the police.
Her apartment complex was just across the street from the police station, so officers arrived ridiculously fast—less than ten minutes.
As soon as the patrol car stopped downstairs, all the neighborhood grandparents out for a walk crowded over, practically forming a bustling marketplace.
Sebastian Lowe and the woman he was caught with hadn’t even managed to put on their clothes properly before being led outside. Any of those sharp-eyed older folks instantly deduced what had happened.
The chatter was relentless, making Sebastian Lowe wish he could just crawl into a hole and disappear.
Adriana Merritt stayed downstairs, watching the commotion for quite some time. Finally, when the crowd dispersed, she headed back upstairs.
Pushing open the door, she was greeted by utter chaos in the apartment—a sight that immediately triggered a headache.
Her ex-fiancé? Truly a piece of work.