Chapter 1

During our romantic getaway, my husband Jack impulsively recorded a 15-second intimate video of us. He meant to send it to me but accidentally posted it in our neighborhood SnapChat group instead.

He frantically deleted it within 30 seconds.

Little did we know, the neighbor's kid had saved it. The boy curiously asked me:

"Auntie, who's that pretty lady Uncle Jack was hugging in bed?"

For our first month of marriage, Jack and I both took annual paid leave and decided to fly to the Maldives for a romantic getaway.

The crystal-clear waters of the Maldives were breathtaking. I went for a swim in my black bikini, my curves accentuated by the shimmering waves.

"Babe, you look so hot," Jack said with a grin, capturing the moment with his camera.

Photography was Jack's biggest hobby. He'd taken countless stunning photos of me since we started dating.

That evening, after an exhilarating beach bonfire party, we retired to our $5,000-a-night luxury resort suite. We figured we should indulge since this was a once-in-a-lifetime trip.

After showering, Jack eagerly embraced me from behind, whispering my name over and over. "Lena, I love you, I'll love you forever... Will you call out my name like that when we make love?"

I blushed and turned away. "You're so shameless! What if someone hears us?"

"Don't worry, this fancy resort has top-notch soundproofing. You can be as loud as you want."

As we bantered, Jack got more excited and suggested recording a short video to commemorate the moment.

If this had happened when we were just dating, I would have firmly refused. But now that we were married, I figured I could indulge my husband's little fantasy.

It was just a 15-second clip. After filming, he praised how "fair-skinned" I looked and said he'd send it to me.

I checked my phone. "I didn't receive anything. Did you forget to send it?"

Jack quickly checked and slapped his forehead.

"Crap, I posted it in the neighborhood group chat!"

He hurriedly deleted it within 30 seconds.

I panicked too. It would be mortifying if others saw such private footage.

But a few people in the group had already seen it and teasingly commented on how pretty the woman looked.

Seeing my anger, Jack hastily said, "Don't worry, I only filmed your face and back. Nothing inappropriate was shown."

I blushed furiously. "They've all seen me before. Why are they suddenly calling me pretty?"

"Maybe it's because you're glowing with happiness today, darling. Your inner beauty is shining through, so they naturally find you radiant."

"Smooth talker!"

Even though he deleted it quickly, the incident still left me feeling uneasy.

It dampened my mood for the last few days of our trip.

Then one afternoon, I was taking a walk alone in our neighborhood when the 7-year-old boy from next door suddenly approached me with his phone.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

Since we were neighbors who often ran into each other, I thought he wanted to play. I bent down and asked what was wrong.

To my surprise, the little boy pulled up a video and said he had saved it when Uncle Jack posted it in the group chat.

"Auntie, who's that pretty lady Uncle Jack was hugging in bed?"

The woman's face wasn't clearly visible in the video, but it definitely wasn't me.

There was just a glimpse of parted red lips in profile. Her figure fit the slim Asian beauty standard perfectly.

She was on all fours on the bed. Any adult could guess what was happening from that angle.

And from the room layout, it was clearly the same resort we stayed at for our getaway!

I frowned deeply. No wonder he chose the wrong video, given the similar angles.

Could it be that Jack was having an affair with another woman during our romantic trip?