Chapter 2

Alexander's behavior seemed completely natural, and his explanation was flawless.

After all, every day when I came home from work, there was always hot food waiting for me.

Alexander was a surgical doctor with an incredibly demanding workload, yet he always managed to find time to come home and cook for me.

Sometimes I'd tell him to rest and not work so hard, but he'd always say:

"You have a weak constitution. When you're hungry, you get heart palpitations and trembling hands. We can't be careless about that."

"I need to make sure you have hot, fresh food the moment you get home. Nothing can interfere with that."

After speaking, Alexander continued bustling about.

Soon, the food was ready—all my favorites.

After serving me rice, Alexander was about to sit down and eat with me when suddenly his phone rang.

He answered, immediately frowning with concern:

"Alright, I'll be right there."

He quickly took off his apron and said to me urgently:

"There's an emergency patient at the hospital that only I can operate on. I need to go."

He grabbed his car keys, planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, then hurried out the door.

The moment the door closed, the house fell silent.

I sat at the dining table, looking at the spread of dishes, but had no appetite.

That post stuck in my mind like a thorn I couldn't pull out.

Alexander's behavior and explanation had no flaws, yet I still felt something was off.

I set down my chopsticks, stood up, and found myself walking into the bedroom as if possessed.

The bedroom was tidy. Alexander had made the bed with military precision. At first glance, nothing seemed wrong.

But the neater everything looked, the more uneasy I felt.

I began searching the bedroom thoroughly.

The bed had no strange odors or out-of-place items. Even the trash can was spotlessly clean.

Everything was exactly as it should be.

Was I really overthinking this?

I shook my head and was about to leave when, as I turned to close the door, I spotted something under the bed.

My heart skipped a beat. I immediately walked over, crouched down, and pulled it out.

It was an earring. And I didn't have pierced ears.

It belonged to another woman.

Realizing this, my head started buzzing.

I stood there, staring at the earring in my hand, frozen for a long time.

Then I pulled out my phone and found the post I'd read earlier.

Sure enough, the original poster had replied to the comment he'd liked just one minute ago:

"I parked across my wife's spot like you said, but she didn't call me to move the car and came straight inside."

"If I hadn't heard her opening the door and hidden my mistress in time, I would've been caught."

The commenter replied instantly: "Looks like your wife's pretty sharp."

The poster responded: "Yeah. I made up an excuse and slipped out. I'm driving my mistress home right now."