Chapter 3

Her eyes flickered, and her earlier righteous anger vanished without a trace.

"Purple?"

She forced an awkward laugh. "Could you be mistaken? Jake is a good husband; how could he possibly cheat? Hahaha, you must be joking with me, right?"

I grabbed her shoulders, both angry and frustrated.

"I'm not joking! Jake really cheated, how could I lie to you about something like this?"

"Why won't any of you believe me? I have to find out who Jake's mistress is, and I *will* divorce him!"

Chloe fell silent.

After a long moment, she lowered her head and began to persuade me, her voice low. "Let it go, Maya. This nightgown might just be a misunderstanding. Live happily with Jake, and don't investigate whose purple nightgown it is anymore."

I stared at her, stunned.

Chloe was someone with zero tolerance for emotional betrayal.

Just a month ago, her childhood sweetheart of ten years, Daniel, had flirted online with an influencer, and she broke up with him without a word when she found out.

No matter how much Daniel knelt, apologized, and swore never to do it again, she refused to turn back.

At the time, I even tried to reason with her. "It was just online flirting, Daniel didn't actually cheat. You've been together for ten years and even discussed marriage. Are you really not going to give Daniel a single chance?"

Chloe, though sad, had shaken her head firmly.

"Emotional cheating is as disgusting as physical cheating, Maya. Don't believe those tears and apologies from cheaters, it's all an act."

But in just one short month, she was now urging me to pretend I didn't know Jake had physically cheated and to continue living happily with him.

I took a deep breath. "Why? Why does everyone's attitude change so drastically when they hear about the purple nightgown? Do you know who Jake's mistress is?"

Chloe's eyes darted around, looking even more guilty.

"How would I know? But Maya, trust me, your parents and I are doing this for your own good. Can you please just drop this?"

A hint of pleading even entered Chloe's eyes.

I brushed her hand away directly. "I misjudged you. Just leave."

Chloe looked like she wanted to say more, but eventually left, looking worried.

I picked up the unfamiliar purple nightgown again, staring at it for a long time.

My inner doubts grew stronger, gradually overwhelming my burgeoning anger.

Whose purple nightgown was this?

Why was everyone so tight-lipped about it?

I made a firm decision in my heart: I had to personally find the owner of this purple nightgown. Then, I didn't believe my parents would continue to oppose my divorce from Jake.

While everyone was out, I immediately contacted someone to secretly install cameras in the house.

And, using the excuse of a cold shoulder, I checked into a hotel, giving Jake space for his affair.

That night, I lay in the hotel bed, opening the surveillance video on my phone.

A woman in a sexy purple nightgown was intimately with Jake on my marital bed.

My eyes instantly widened.