Chapter 1 Mysterious Call

When I received an unfamiliar phone call, I was preparing breakfast for my child at home. It was from a woman. She said she had been observing me for a long time and wanted to talk to me about my husband.

I thought it was a prank, so I hung up before she finished speaking. Unexpectedly, a minute later, she sent me a photo. In the photo, my husband was wearing a suit and a tie. And his hand was on the smooth shoulder of a woman, who was wearing a strapless gown.

I was perplexed. The eggbeater in my hand fell to the ground. Then, another call came in. It was the same number. She said, "I am the woman in the photo. Do you want to come over and have a talk?"

I immediately realized that I might have been cuckolded! My husband was called Ivan Atton. He was a very traditional man. All these years, he had never taken a photo with other women except me. So such a photo was unacceptable both to him and me.

Half an hour later, I drove the small sports car that Ivan gave me on my birthday last year and arrived at the place she told me. It was a coffee shop located on the first floor of a shopping center.

As I stopped the car at the door, my phone rang. Before I came here, I edited that photo and sent it to a friend who was a private detective. Now the call was from him. I stopped and answered it.

He was very efficient. Now he had clearly investigated the woman's personal information and sent it to my mailbox. After I hung up the phone, I gave him some remuneration.

I saw that woman as soon as I walked into the coffee shop. She was young and beautiful with fairy skin. The whole outfit on her was of luxury brands. She was very eye-catching. I smiled and maintained my calmness as I walked over. She looked up at me and immediately chuckled. "Hello, Mrs. Atton.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Morley Brock." I didn't shake hands with her but sat down in front of her. "What did you want to talk about?"

Her hand hung in the air, but there was not much embarrassment on her face. She paused for a moment, and then naturally retracted it. She also slowly sat down.

"It's about your husband." She got straight to the point and gently stirred the coffee with a silver spoon. After a while, she said, "You guys haven't had sex for a long time, right? And he has always been on business trips during the past six months, right?"

"A lot of people know where he had been, such as his assistant and competitors. I know when that photo was taken. It was eight months ago. There was an IT annual conference and all the industry leaders participated in it. I chose the suit and the tie for him. I drove to pick him up outside the reception that night at eleven o'clock." I glanced at her. "What do you want to say? You have spent a whole night with him?"

"Of course, we have spent nights together, but not including that night. He said that you were restraining and would come over to pick him up every time after the business party. So we met the next day. To tell you the truth, it was only my desire that urged me to screw up with him at first. You know he looks hot. Unexpectedly, we are very compatible not only in bed but in many other things. You haven't chatted with him for a long time, right? But we talk online till late every night." She showed me their chat records as she spoke.

When I received an unfamiliar phone call, I was preparing breakfast for my child at home. It was from a woman. She said she had been observing me for a long time and wanted to talk to me about my husband.

I thought it was a prank, so I hung up before she finished speaking. Unexpectedly, a minute later, she sent me a photo. In the photo, my husband was wearing a suit and a tie. And his hand was on the smooth shoulder of a woman, who was wearing a strapless gown.

I was perplexed. The eggbeater in my hand fell to the ground. Then, another call came in. It was the same number. She said, "I am the woman in the photo. Do you want to come over and have a talk?"

I immediately realized that I might have been cuckolded! My husband was called Ivan Atton. He was a very traditional man. All these years, he had never taken a photo with other women except me. So such a photo was unacceptable both to him and me.

Half an hour later, I drove the small sports car that Ivan gave me on my birthday last year and arrived at the place she told me. It was a coffee shop located on the first floor of a shopping center.

As I stopped the car at the door, my phone rang. Before I came here, I edited that photo and sent it to a friend who was a private detective. Now the call was from him. I stopped and answered it.

He was very efficient. Now he had clearly investigated the woman's personal information and sent it to my mailbox. After I hung up the phone, I gave him some remuneration.

I saw that woman as soon as I walked into the coffee shop. She was young and beautiful with fairy skin. The whole outfit on her was of luxury brands. She was very eye-catching. I smiled and maintained my calmness as I walked over. She looked up at me and immediately chuckled. "Hello, Mrs. Atton.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Morley Brock." I didn't shake hands with her but sat down in front of her. "What did you want to talk about?"

Her hand hung in the air, but there was not much embarrassment on her face. She paused for a moment, and then naturally retracted it. She also slowly sat down.

"It's about your husband." She got straight to the point and gently stirred the coffee with a silver spoon. After a while, she said, "You guys haven't had sex for a long time, right? And he has always been on business trips during the past six months, right?"

"A lot of people know where he had been, such as his assistant and competitors. I know when that photo was taken. It was eight months ago. There was an IT annual conference and all the industry leaders participated in it. I chose the suit and the tie for him. I drove to pick him up outside the reception that night at eleven o'clock." I glanced at her. "What do you want to say? You have spent a whole night with him?"

"Of course, we have spent nights together, but not including that night. He said that you were restraining and would come over to pick him up every time after the business party. So we met the next day. To tell you the truth, it was only my desire that urged me to screw up with him at first. You know he looks hot. Unexpectedly, we are very compatible not only in bed but in many other things. You haven't chatted with him for a long time, right? But we talk online till late every night." She showed me their chat records as she spoke.

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