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I had arranged to have dinner with my wife's colleague, Miss Shaw. I had previously helped her resolve an issue with her child's schooling.

"Farrell, why the sudden dinner invitation? And Vivienne isn't even here."

I didn't beat around the bush, instead getting straight to the point.

"How much do you know about Carter?"

Her hand holding the drink trembled slightly, and she laughed awkwardly. "Why are you suddenly asking about Mr. Carlisle?"

Her body language told me that she probably knew about my wife and Carter's affair.

"I'm not blind, and I don't want to be a fool."

She hesitated, biting her lip, remaining silent.

"I don't want to put you in a difficult position. If you don't know anything, then forget it."

As I stood up to leave, she called out to stop me.

"There are indeed rumors circulating in the company about Vivienne and Mr. Carlisle."

From what she told me, although Carter and my wife weren't the only ones on their business trips,