Chapter 3Wife's Secret on the Plane

“No, thank you. I’m not interested.”

After a long silence, I heard Kelly's footsteps receding.

Moira’s eyes were filled with gratitude.

“Sir, just let me serve you this once. Otherwise, I really can’t explain it, and I…”

“If you don't want to get reported, listen to me, understand?”

I raised an eyebrow, pulled a pen from Moira’s chest pocket, took her hand, and wrote down a string of numbers.

“I don't like dealing with things at high altitudes. Contact me after we land.”

With that, I pushed open the door and walked out.

Back at my seat, a few of the foreign men looked at me with disdain.

I ignored them, my gaze falling on Kelly, who sat quietly, resting.

Why was she doing this behind my back?

I wasn't a billionaire, but I was worth millions. I could more than provide for her.

Yet, after we married, she insisted on returning to work, and I didn't force her otherwise.

Who knew *this* was the kind of work she was doing!

A mix of emotions swirled within me.

If I divorced Kelly now, I'd lose half my assets and become the laughingstock of everyone.

My mind raced. It would be hard to get solid evidence on the plane.

And if I exposed myself and Kelly caught on, finding evidence would be even harder.

So, I needed an inside helper.

Moira, just now, was the perfect candidate.

Now, I just needed to make sure I wasn't discovered during this time.

Soon, it was 8 PM.

The plane was about to land.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Beneath my calm gaze was boundless rage.

In just ten short hours.

Kelly had gone with those three foreign men four times!

Once, all four of them went together.

I couldn’t even imagine what happened in there.

All I knew was that when Kelly came out, Moira had to help her walk.

At this point, I felt no affection for her.

Only disgust and hatred.

After we disembarked, as I waited for a car outside the airport.

Kelly’s voice suddenly came from behind me.

“Honey, how did you get here?”

My body stiffened. She recognized me?

I turned, ready to make an excuse to bluff my way through.

But then I saw Kelly rush into the Italian man’s arms.

And they kissed without inhibition.

“Honey, I’ve been on my feet for ten hours today, my feet are so sore. Can you carry me to the car?”

Next to the nearly two-meter-tall Italian man, Kelly looked incredibly petite.

The Italian man fell for it completely.

He scooped her up and carried her to a parked SUV.

Through the car window, I could already see the Italian man’s hand disappearing into Kelly’s clothes.

Hah. This was the wife I once cherished as my most precious treasure.

If not for this trip, I probably would have died without knowing she was such a master of time management.

She had me in one country, an Italian "husband" abroad, and even spent her flight time orbiting different men.

How many more were there that I didn't know about?

My breathing became shallow.

Just then, a bottle of water appeared before me.

“Sir, have some water.”

Moira was pulling a small carry-on bag.

“Kelly only offers ‘service’ on the plane. Your hopes will probably be dashed.”

“How did you know I was watching her?”

Moira smiled.

“Your eyes haven’t left Kelly since we boarded. Besides, almost everyone who orders an iced Americano in first class on *this* route is here for Kelly.”

“She’s beautiful, and her ‘service’ skills are great. What man wouldn’t like that?”

I took a deep breath and put my arm around Moira’s shoulder.

“Where’s the nearest hotel?”