Chapter 2

What if I accidentally wake him?

As they were lost in pleasure, I quietly gathered my belongings beforehand. The pair was so absorbed in their passion that they were oblivious to any noise.

The couple remained completely unaware of their surroundings, too focused on each other.

It wasn't until thirty minutes later that their heavy breathing subsided and silence returned to the room. I carefully set down what I was holding and listened intently.

Cameron spoke first. Her usually sweet, flirtatious voice sounded a bit rough as she asked, "Yoder, when are you planning to end your marriage with ZamariTrevor?"

A brief pause followed before Yoder's playful and affectionate voice replied, "Why the hurry? You've just returned and already you're asking about divorce?"

"I've been waiting three years for you!" she retorted. "Now it's your turn to be patient."

Evidently unsatisfied with his response, Cameron soon initiated another round of intimate activity.

As I stood there silently, waiting for their disgraceful behavior to cease, a sense of bitter determination grew within me.

My child, your father has failed you.

Cameron's breathless moans echoed once more. She was using her physicality to push Yoder to his limits.

"Yoder, who feels better? Me or your wife?"

Yoder didn't respond immediately, but Cameron persisted. Finally, I heard Yoder's usually composed voice, now tinged with adoration as if praising a goddess, "Cameron, yours is the most exquisite."

Then, in his normal tone, he added, "Zamari has an unpleasant odor. Probably from spending so much time in that place."

Cameron seemed pleased with his answer, and they resumed their lovemaking.

I remained motionless, stunned by disbelief, wishing someone would appear and end their lives violently.

Yoder had never spoken like this before. When he was courting me, he praised my reserved nature. He even called me unique, different from the shallow individuals in his social circle.

When his mother disapproved of my profession, he defended me, calling my work a "brave and compassionate vocation."

I had wanted to correct him then, to explain that my workplace was actually cold and clinical. However, his eloquent speech left no room for interruption.

Now, he had finally revealed his true nature.

A sudden wave of sickness overcame me, and my stomach twisted painfully. I barely made it to the bathroom before expelling some bile.

It seemed my husband and his lover were alerted by the noise, as I heard a flurry of movement from the bedroom.

When I emerged from the bathroom, they were both fully dressed.

I ignored them completely. Without a word, I headed for the exit.

Just then, Yoder's agent called me. He sounded panicked as he explained that paparazzi had captured photos of Yoder and Cameron together, which were now trending online. He couldn't reach Yoder and asked if I knew his whereabouts.

I kept my voice steady. "He's at home right now," I said and ended the call.

I looked directly at Yoder's uneasy expression and Cameron's smug, victorious look and stated, "I want a divorce."

I departed Yoder's house so hastily that I left everything behind, including him.

To facilitate retrieving my possessions later, I booked a room at a nearby hotel. I would collect my things when the time was right.

As I opened my phone to call a taxi, I noticed a news alert.

[Movie star Yoder Elise revealed to have been secretly married for three years to a mortician employed at a funeral home.]

The comments section exploded with activity.

"A famous actor married someone who works with corpses? Did she rescue him or something?"

"A mortuary employee? Is that a suitable job for a normal woman?"

"If I were Yoder Elise, I couldn't tolerate my wife being around dead people constantly."

"Yeah, he should divorce her quickly so he can be with Cameron."

Don't worry. The divorce process was already underway.

I pushed down my growing anger and returned to the house to gather my belongings. Fortunately, neither the fingerprint lock nor the passcode had been altered.

"Yoder! You're back! Oh... it's you."

Cameron, wearing Yoder's shirt that barely covered her pale thighs, stared at me with a malicious grin.

She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger and sneered. "What are you doing here? Yoder doesn't want you anymore."