Chapter 4

Whitney probably didn't expect me to apologize first.

She blinked, then managed a tight smile and muttered that it was okay.

After dinner, it suddenly started to drizzle, and Whitney put on a helpless look.

"What do I do? No way I'll get a cab in this rain, and I didn't bring an umbrella."

Ethan jumped in right away. "I'll drop you off."

"Whit's place is on our way. We'll give her a lift."

And without waiting for me to agree, he was already opening the door for her.

At least she was smart enough to sit in the back voluntarily.

When I got in, she suddenly let out a little "huh."

"Mr. Shaw, where'd the Snoopy I gave you go?"

"I threw it away."

I turned around to look at her. "Sweetheart, you shouldn't be giving married men things like that. It gives their wives the wrong idea."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think it through."

Ethan looked thoroughly annoyed.

"Enough! Here we go again, right?"

"Didn't you say Whitney wasn't the one who hung that thing up?"

"I never said that."

"Fine. I can't be bothered arguing with you."

After Whitney got out, I went digging for a tissue in the car, and a Durex condom packet fell out.

Rage surged through me.

"Ethan, you'd better explain right now why there's something like this in your car!"

He barely glanced at it. "Probably some other coworker left it. What's the big fuss about?"

I forced myself to swallow my fury.

That night, as soon as I got home, I ordered a tiny hidden camera with overnight shipping.

No wonder I couldn't find any hotel records; no wonder there was nothing about them going to each other's homes. They had been hooking up in the car.

And what disgusted me most was that this Cullinan was mine.

Back then, Ethan asked me to lend it to him since I wasn't working anyway. It’s such a waste to let a nice car like that just sit there.

And since he was a CEO now, driving some cheap car would be so embarrassing.

He ended up driving that car for five straight years, and he wouldn't even let me use it for a few days when I asked for it back.

The second the camera arrived, I grabbed my chance and planted it in my car.

This time, I was going to catch them in the act.

The faithful-husband act. The woman who would never knowingly be the other woman. I was going to tear every mask off both of them.

I never expected it to happen so soon.

The very next day after I installed the camera, the two of them showed up on the footage.

First, they were flirting in the car, then things heated up and they started tearing at each other's clothes.

I took a cab straight to the company, ran up to Ethan's office, and shouted in front of all the staff.

"Something's happened to Ethan! Everyone, get down to the underground parking garage! Hurry!"

I led the whole office downstairs in a rush, and we all rushed toward Ethan's car and surrounded it.

Derek yanked the door open. "Mr. Shaw!"

"Whitney, why are you in Mr. Shaw's car?"

Whitney scrambled out and smoothed down her short skirt.

The panic was still written all over her face. "I just had some work questions I wanted to ask Mr. Shaw about."

I walked up and slapped her hard. "You filthy little bitch. You've already slept with my husband in his car, and you've still got the nerve to stand here and lie to my face."

Ethan slapped me back at once.

"What the hell are you talking about? How many times do I have to say it? There's nothing going on between me and Whit!"

"We were both still completely dressed, and you're claiming we slept together? Vivian, don't go too far!"

Everyone's eyes turned to me, sizing me up like I was insane.

Derek looked at me helplessly. "Mrs. Shaw, you said something happened to Mr. Shaw and had everyone come down here."

"And it turns out it's just you being paranoid again. How many more times do we have to explain it to you? There is no inappropriate relationship between Mr. Shaw and Whitney."

“Is that so?” I pulled out a tablet. “But the cameras in my car caught the whole thing. Want to see the R-rated footage?”