Chapter 3I Caught My Husband Cheating With a College Student

Elvis loved playing the part of the devoted husband in public, especially when my father was around to watch.

At the banquet, Elvis and I danced the opening waltz. Afterward, a crowd of prominent businessmen gathered around us. One of the executives teased him with a smile.

"Elvis, where is that clever little assistant of yours? You've been running around with her all week. I almost misunderstood your relationship. But seeing your beautiful wife tonight, I realize what a perfect match looks like. You two are truly made for each other."

Elvis laughed, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist. "Oh, you flatter me. Let me clarify, she is strictly an assistant. Victoria is the only one who holds my heart."

"If she hears you say things like that, she might get jealous."

I leaned against his shoulder, playing the part of a shy, blushing wife. Beneath the table, my phone was recording the entire conversation, broadcasting it in real-time to Wanda, who was listening on the other end of an open call.

As the banquet neared its end, Elvis led me to the third-floor balcony.

"Victoria, happy birthday. I have a surprise for you."

He gently covered my eyes, releasing his hands just as the first firework exploded into the night sky. The heavens erupted in brilliant colors, forming hearts and silhouettes of a couple embracing. Below, giant LED screens on the surrounding buildings scrolled with birthday wishes for me.

I knew that by tomorrow morning, this grand gesture would dominate the local social media trends.

While I stood there staring at the sky, Elvis stepped up behind me, draping a magnificent purple diamond necklace around my neck.

"I bought this at a private auction. It is worth millions."

"What a... beautiful surprise," I whispered.

Just a few days ago, the private investigator had sent me a picture of an almost identical necklace Elvis had bought. The only difference was the gemstone. The emerald version was currently sitting in Wanda's jewelry box.

"Do you like your surprise, darling?"

Elvis's dark eyes were incredibly soulful, staring at me with a depth of affection that could easily make anyone believe he was madly in love. He was like that. When he wanted to charm someone, he would spare no expense, whispering the sweetest lies and showering them with thoughtful gifts. Very few girls could escape his gentle traps.

That was how Wanda had fallen. And years ago, I had almost been blinded by it too. Fortunately, I had finally woken up.

"I love it, Elvis. Thank you."

Once the banquet officially ended, Elvis was dragged out to a nightclub by his wealthy friends for a second round of drinking. Free at last, I went to meet Wanda.

She was standing outside her apartment building, her eyes red and her makeup ruined by tears.

"I don't believe it," she sobbed the moment she saw me. "He had no choice. He only said those things to appease your father and protect his business."

I sighed. The girl was painfully stubborn. I grabbed her arm and hailed a taxi.

"If you think he was forced, then come with me and listen to what he says when he thinks no one is watching."

Inside the cab, I handed her some wet wipes. "Clean your face. I don't want your smeared makeup blocking your view of his true face."

Wanda didn't say a word, silently dabbing at her cheeks. I knew that after tonight, she would make her choice.