Chapter 3

The child had no blood relation to me whatsoever!

After the other shoe dropped, I wasn't in a rush anymore.

Since Cassandra had played me like this, I wasn't going to be polite either.

While she was busy with postpartum recovery, I wasn't idle either.

Channeling my inner Sherlock Holmes, I investigated every man connected to Cassandra.

Unfortunately, except for discovering an innocent teenage crush from her youth, I found nothing.

Until the day before the wedding, Cassandra told me:

"Babe, I have class tonight, so I'll be home late, okay?"

I hung up the phone casually.

I watched her get into an Uber.

I followed all the way to the airport.

Looks like the mystery was about to be solved. I stared intently at Cassandra waiting in the crowd at arrivals.

A tall guy wearing a baseball cap appeared, and Cassandra ran over and wrapped herself around his waist like a koala.

The two kissed passionately, oblivious to everyone around them.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself not to rush over.

I tailed them all the way to a luxury hotel and watched them go into a room.

My heart ached uncontrollably.

Over the past six months, I'd gone from initial suspicion to denial, shock, and anger, gradually becoming cold and disappointed.

Now I should be completely done with her.

My years of genuine feelings meant absolutely nothing!

Defeated, I punched the wall several times in the stairwell!

I kept telling myself to stay calm.

The pain from my swollen, bleeding knuckles shot through to my heart, but couldn't mask the grief rising up again.

I pulled out my phone and suddenly realized there had been signs all along.

At some point, she'd stopped pestering me with silly, pointless jokes like she used to.

She no longer rambled on about celebrity gossip.

There was a time when we used to have endless things to talk about.

Did she ever have any genuine feelings for me at all?

Was I too busy? So busy that I never noticed her changing.

Looking through our old chat history, hatred surged in my heart. It was time to end this charade!

Getting close to the door, I could hear sounds that made my face burn.

Timing it right, I knocked on the door.

The man who answered was him.

Steam from his recent shower still clung to his hair.

He was casually wrapped in a bathrobe, his broad shoulders and narrow waist alluring.

His exposed chest had several bite marks and scratches.

Looks like things had gotten heated.

Rage burned in my chest, adrenaline rushing to my head.

I clenched my fists tightly and got straight to the point:

"I'm looking for Cassandra!"

"Oh, she's in the shower!"

The man's nonchalance made my flushed face look pathetic.

The man was a good half-head taller than me, creating invisible pressure just from the height difference.

When I saw his chiseled, strikingly handsome face, I actually felt a twinge of inferiority.

Facing me, but still with his hand on the door, the man said:

"I'm Cassandra's college classmate, Adrian."

That's when Cassandra came out of the bathroom.

"Did someone come?"

Her lazy tone conveyed utter contentment.

I bit my lip hard and said nothing.

I wanted to see how Cassandra would react when she saw her husband.

She was casually drying her hair as she walked to the door. When she saw it was me, panic clearly flashed in her eyes.

Then she recovered from her initial surprise and awkwardly pulled the wide collar of her bathrobe closed.

Adrian sensibly moved his hand from the door:

"Come in and talk."

His manner of acting like he owned the place made me furious:

"What have you two been doing alone together?!"

I shoved the door wide open!

"Cassandra, is this what you call 'going to class'?"