Chapter 5

My stomach churned with acid reflux again.

Dashiell was startled too.

Using the computer desk as cover, he quickly pulled on his pants before snapping irritably, "What are you doing here?"

The police cleared a path.

He froze when he saw the familiar employees.

Then his gaze fell on me, his pupils betraying panic and terror.

I rushed forward, striking him while crying.

This slap was half an act, half sincere.

As a housewife who actively called the police, I fully displayed the fury of a betrayed wife, hysterical:

"Dashiell, you bastard!""Today is our third wedding anniversary. You promised you'd come home for dinner after work. Our daughter waited and waited."

"I tried calling you, but you never picked up."

"I never thought you'd..."

I was so angry I nearly fainted.

Several female coworkers rushed over to support me.

They shot contemptuous glances at Melody, then glared indignantly at Dashiell.

Four words escaped their lips: "Scumbag and homewrecker."