Chapter 4The Secret Millionaire Husband

I took a day off.

Excuse was feeling unwell, actually, I went to find someone.

My high school classmate, Zoe, now a famous divorce lawyer in the city.

In the cafe, I told everything.

Zoe listened, slamming table in anger.

"Scumbag! You still keep this kind of man for New Year?"

She calmed down quickly, analyzing professionally:

"Elena, the biggest problem you face now is evidence! His stock account belongs to hidden assets. Without solid evidence, he might transfer or cash out all money before filing for divorce, then you get nothing."

"I took photos last time."

"Photos not enough." Zoe shook head,

"Photos can be photoshopped, limited legal effect. You best record a complete operation video, including logging in, showing account holder name, viewing fund flow and holding details. Only this forms a complete evidence chain."

This is a high difficulty task.

Back home, I found Jason in good mood, humming while playing games.

Probably his stocks rose again.

At dinner, I specially went to downstairs store buying a bottle of high alcohol liquor.

"I got a bonus today, drink a bit with me?" I smiled to him.

Jason looked at me suspiciously, but seeing brand name wine, didn't ask more.

He loves alcohol, especially likes taking small advantages.

After a few cups of strong wine, he soon fell asleep on the sofa, snoring like thunder.

His phone, pressed under his leg.

I pulled out phone, using my spare phone, turned on recording function.

Unlock.

Open securities APP.

Record holding details.

Record fund flow.

Record bound bank card number.

Every step, my hand trembling.

Just as I prepared to exit, I clicked his album again.

Besides those consumption records, I surprisingly found a photo of property deed.

Address in a high-end villa area famous for scenery in another city.

Full payment.

I continued scrolling down.

In album, wedding photos of him and a young woman.

Him in photo, smiling triumphantly.

Photo date, last month.

Turns out, he even found the way out.

I uploaded all photos, videos to cloud, and shared to Zoe's WeChat immediately.

Done all this, I prepared to put phone back quietly.

Just then, phone screen lit up suddenly.

A video call request popped up.

Caller name, two words.

Wifey.

How ironic.

Just hesitating whether to hang up immediately.

A hand, suddenly grabbed my wrist like lightning.

I looked up in horror.

Jason woke up unknown when.

He opened eyes abruptly, eyes sinister scary.

He stared dead at phone in my hand, then at me.

Then, he asked in a voice cold to extreme:

"Late at night, what doing with my phone?"