Chapter 251 What was going on?

The air was thick with the musky scent of semen, a vivid reminder of Michael's recent climax inside Betty.

I could almost see the scene in my mind's eye: Betty's body releasing the evidence of their intimacy.

Sure enough, near the couch, in the trash can, were several wads of tissue, the source of the smell.

The tissues, bloated with traces of semen, spoke volumes of Michael's virility.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the tormenting thoughts that choked my breath away.

I placed my house keys on the shoe cabinet next to the couch, mere inches from where their bodies had intertwined.

Alongside the keys, I left the deed to the house, the car's title, and all other documents of ownership pulled from my briefcase, including copies of my ID.

With these, a broker could easily transfer all my assets to Betty.

I left my bank card too; Betty knew the PIN.

I was walking away with nothing, leaving everything to Betty.