Chapter 2

I deliberately teased her with a smile:

"You've become even prettier in the few months we haven't seen each other. Those breast enhancement pills really work well, your figure is even more amazing now."

She seemed a bit embarrassed, coyly pushing me away, "Oh, godmother, you're so naughty~"

Mia's lips flashed a hint of cunning, but she proudly told me: "Yes, I used breast enhancement pills. You can see the results yourself, godmother. A celebrity figure."

I nodded silently, thinking this was probably the ideal body type that men love most in adult films.

Men are all visual creatures. Who could resist a pure and busty college girl?

Compared to her, my well-maintained figure from years of Pilates seemed so ordinary.

"Let's have dinner together sometime."

"Sure!" She nodded excitedly, constantly praising my good taste, saying that the clothes and bags I matched were particularly stylish.

It was then that I noticed the gemstone ring on her finger and the luxury brand clothes she was wearing.

It seemed she had been doing well recently.

"Godmother, you're becoming more and more charming. Uncle Frank must love you very much. This is called the charm of a mature woman!"

Mia, being a business major, was indeed skilled in both flattery techniques and tone.

After returning home, I expressionlessly threw away all the car accessories and replaced them with a new set.

Coincidentally, Frank had just returned from "working overtime."

Seeing that I had prepared a late-night snack, he gave me a hug and said with a smile:

"Honey, you're so considerate. Thank you for your hard work."

His suit was spotless, with a deliberate attempt to cover up with chewing gum and men's cologne, making me even more suspicious.

At that moment, I really wanted to sarcastically ask him: "You're back? Have you showered? Is the smell of women still on you?"

But I held back. Years of workplace experience had taught me the importance of restraint and calmness.

I still smiled and replied, "Okay, honey. I picked up your documents from the security guard and put them on the computer desk."

"Thank you, honey."

That night, he seemed eager to be intimate with me. I pretended to go along with it but noticed that his enthusiasm was actually low.

So that's it. After having an affair outside, he naturally lacked energy.

So I directly said I was tired and would just browse my phone for a while before sleeping.

He sneakily came closer to me and patted his shoulder confidently, "Do you want to lean on my shoulder for a bit?"

I turned my back to him without responding, but my lips moved silently: I don't want to rest my head where another woman has placed her legs.

"By the way, I ran into Mia today. She said she wants to have lunch with us the day after tomorrow," I probed.

"She's really grown into a beauty now, quite the transformation."

Frank seemed to hesitate for a moment but still answered calmly, revealing nothing.

"Hmm, I haven't seen her in a long time either."

I smirked, thinking I'd like to see how long you two can keep up this act.

The next day at noon, Frank and I took time off and invited our goddaughter to a Chinese hot pot restaurant for a "reunion."

Mia wore a low-cut black cocktail dress that accentuated her fair skin, creating a striking visual contrast that made her look both alluring and delicate.

While ordering, Frank casually instructed:

"Waiter, we need a split pot. Mia is on her period these days and can't eat anything too spicy."

Seeing my displeased expression, Mia quickly tried to smooth things over with a smile, "Don't misunderstand, I just told Uncle Frank about my period earlier."

Only then did Frank realize his mistake and hurriedly said, "Yes, honey, your stomach isn't good, so you shouldn't eat anything too spicy either."

Love or lack thereof can easily be seen in the details.

That night, I deliberately got myself drunk, but actually secretly spit all the alcohol into a trash can under the table.

Seeing that he couldn't move me, Frank gently covered me with his jacket and quietly sent me to a room upstairs in the hotel.

I didn't sleep at all that night. The jacket covering me had a faint scent of perfume, seemingly mocking me for his lack of love.

The next day, I lied about items being stolen from the car and contacted the property management to check the surveillance footage in the underground parking lot. Sure enough, I found that they had left home by car in the morning.

The car wasn't enough, they dared to bring the mistress into our home now, right?

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I might have still liked this goddaughter of ours, being fooled by my husband's sweet words.