Chapter 224 It's me, I'm back...

The car halted inside the complex, a familiar yet unsettling silence enveloping the air.

I stepped out, my heart pounding as I approached the building's entrance.

The stairwell, unchanged yet stripped of any homely essence, greeted me as I ascended slowly, each step heavy with dread and contemplation.

What would I say upon catching them in the act?

Explode in anger or silently walk away, abandoning this so-called home just like before?

Reaching my apartment door, I hesitated, lacking the courage to enter.

Earlier, as I drove in, I had glanced at my apartment.

The lights were off, our bedroom curtains drawn, but Michael's room was exposed, curtains wide open.

Michael wasn't home.

Did that mean they were using our bedroom this time?

In the past, Betty at least had the decency to confine their liaisons to Michael's room, never ours.

And she had always been somewhat reluctant, never fully cooperative.