Chapter 2I Caught My Husband Cheating With a College Student

When I got home that evening, a massive bouquet of blue roses was sitting quietly on the living room table. I glanced at it indifferently. It was Elvis's classic, predictable apology tactic.

The sound of clattering pans drifted from the kitchen, and soon, Elvis walked out carrying a tray of freshly cooked dishes.

"Darling, I saw these blue roses on my way home and thought they would look beautiful on you, so I bought them."

I didn't say a word, keeping my eyelashes lowered as I sat quietly on the sofa, playing the role of a deeply wounded, grieving wife.

"Darling, I am so sorry. I was temporarily blinded by temptation. Wanda seduced me, but I have already cut ties with her completely. I swear I will never speak to her again."

Elvis held up three fingers, swearing to the heavens with an incredibly earnest look on his handsome face.

I turned my head away, letting my hair fall forward to hide the pure disgust in my eyes. My voice sounded muffled and fragile.

"Elvis, I understand. It doesn't matter if you cut ties with her or not. But the project you are collaborating on with my father is at a critical stage. If a scandal breaks out right now, I'm worried about how my father might react..."

Elvis valued his career above all else. Hearing this, his face darkened slightly. He reached out to pat my hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry. Whether it is for my career or for you, I will never have anything to do with Wanda again."

But Wanda was a programming prodigy. She had practically built the core database for his current project. With the project only halfway finished, there was no way Elvis could actually afford to let her go.

I smiled secretly. Soon, Wanda would realize that in Elvis's heart, she would never, ever come first.

After dinner, Elvis's phone rang. He claimed there was an emergency at the office and rushed out to work overtime, not returning home for several days.

Meanwhile, the private investigator I hired kept sending me constant updates. Elvis's project had run into a massive crisis. A corrupt employee had leaked their core data to a competitor, and it was Wanda who had worked tirelessly through the night to save the project from total ruin.

Naturally, their bond grew even tighter. The investigator sent photos of them holding hands at an amusement park, kissing on a Ferris wheel, and Elvis gifting her a diamond necklace worth millions. Every image was proof of their intimate affair.

When the project finally launched successfully, Elvis was invited to give a keynote speech. He stood on the stage, looking radiant and speaking eloquently.

"And here, I have someone very special to thank. She has given me immense support, staying by my side to encourage me through my darkest hours. She is..."

Elvis's eyes drifted toward the front row, where Wanda was sitting. Right on cue, I walked through the back doors of the auditorium, gently holding my father's arm.

The moment Elvis spotted me, the words died in his throat. He quickly cleared his throat, pivoting seamlessly.

"...she is my lovely wife, Victoria Sprinkle."

The spotlight instantly shifted to me. I wore a sweet, gentle smile as I accompanied my father to our reserved seats.

From across the room, Wanda glared at me with a mixture of resentment and heartbreak. She knew exactly what had happened. Elvis had changed his words because of my sudden arrival. The person he wanted to thank in front of the world was her, but he chose his survival instead.

After the speech, there was a grand banquet. Naturally, Elvis had to take me as his date.

While I was changing into my evening gown in the dressing room, my phone buzzed repeatedly. I knew they were messages from Wanda, but I didn't reply. There was a much larger surprise waiting for her tonight.

After all, today was my birthday. And Elvis was never one to waste such a perfect PR opportunity.