Chapter 4

"Alright... but let me be clear upfront. I'm only responsible for helping you look. I'm not involved in anything else, and nothing has anything to do with me! You need to record a video promising me that no matter what happens, it won't implicate me."

"I promise! I promise!"

After some hesitation, the delivery driver agreed. After recording a video of my promise, he took the goods and left.

Twenty minutes later, the delivery driver reached my apartment complex and messaged me.

"I'm here. I'm going upstairs now."

A minute later, he sent me a photo of my front door, saying there was another bouquet of flowers at my door.

I opened the image. Sure enough, there were now two bouquets at my door—clearly expensive. On Valentine's Day, they were definitely high-quality, premium flowers, with prices doubled or tripled.

But Victoria didn't care at all. She just left them at the door without bringing them inside.

I asked the delivery driver to check if there were any notes on the flowers or any other gifts.

The delivery driver looked all around, even checked the garbage bag at the door, but found no trace of anything.

Before the delivery driver knocked to deliver the goods, I video-called him, telling him to act natural holding his phone, mute it, and let me see the scene to see who was actually inside.

The delivery driver did as I asked, pointing the camera at my front door.

The moment the door opened, my heart jumped to my throat, as if it was about to burst out of my chest!

I was incredibly nervous, covering my chest and taking deep breaths. Sure enough, I saw someone in my home, and there was a pair of men's leather shoes in the entryway.

Soon, a familiar figure walked out from inside.

But I couldn't see her face. The delivery driver was also nervous, not daring to raise the camera. I could only hear a woman's gentle voice.

"You're a bit late this time, but it's okay. I'll still give you a good review. By the way, did you bring what I asked you to get?"

I was shocked...

The voice was identical to Victoria's!

Now I completely lost control. I slammed my fist hard on the table and continued listening to her conversation with the delivery driver.

"I brought it. I bought a 12-inch red suitcase like you said, and the things you ordered on the platform—I brought everything."

"Good. Wait a moment. I'll get your tip."

"Okay. This stuff is kind of heavy. Let me help you carry it inside."

To let me see clearly, the delivery driver deliberately held his phone upright against his chest. I could clearly see the furnishings and layout inside—it was definitely my home, exactly the same!

As soon as he entered, I could see our wedding photo hanging in the living room. Absolutely no mistake.

Victoria's clothes were scattered on the sofa, along with a strange man's suit jacket and pants.

Through a crack in the half-open bedroom door, I could vaguely see a shirtless man moving around inside.

A minute later, Victoria finally came out, handing several hundred dollars in tips to the delivery driver, telling him not to talk about this.

The delivery driver accepted the money with both hands and bowed to Victoria in thanks.

As he bent down, the phone camera captured Victoria's face, and I saw it crystal clear!

This was definitely Victoria!

At that moment, my heart shattered like debris. I had to accept the fact that Victoria was cheating.

At midnight, I returned home exhausted.

I'd already drunk two bottles on the way. Dizzy and disoriented, I opened the door, planning to confront Victoria and ask for a divorce.

But when I entered, there was no one home. It was completely quiet all around, with no trace left behind.

Just as I was puzzled, the door opened shortly after. It was Victoria, pulling her suitcase, walking in exhausted.

She said she'd just gotten off the plane and took a cab home. As for what happened during the day, she acted as if nothing had occurred.

I was about to question her, but when I saw the suitcase behind her clearly, I broke out in a cold sweat...