Chapter 2

I disguised myself as Delia's college classmate and joined her group chat with her girlfriends. At the same time, I used a hacker system to monitor their private conversations, capturing evidence in screenshots one by one.

Alec sent her a picture. When I opened it, I saw it was a pure white, revealing yet innocent-looking piece of lingerie.

Alec: "The outfit will arrive soon. I'll come see you the day after tomorrow. Remember to wear it!"

Delia: "Oh honey, you're so naughty! Always teasing me. Okay, I'll wear it. Baby, you better make lots of money to take care of me!"

Alec replied with a leering emoji.

The next day, I received a package at the mansion. When I opened it, it turned out to be that white lingerie set.

I called Alec.

"Honey, I got a package. Is it lingerie you bought for me?"

Alec sounded flustered on the other end of the line. He just realized he had sent it to the wrong address. We'd been married for years, and our sex life had always been vanilla. Wearing sexy lingerie was completely out of character for us.

"Um... yes."

"But honey, the size you bought is a bit small. It feels tight when I put it on."The telephone call ended, and I gazed at the figure in the full-length mirror. Snow-white skin, a slender figure, strikingly beautiful, wearing a pure and seductive lace bodysuit that made one's blood rush and unable to look away.

Meanwhile, Delia had a flat, petite build and a somewhat innocent look. In a group chat, she wouldn't even stand out.

I truly couldn't fathom how I was inferior to her in any way.

The mansion was far out in the suburbs. Alec, using the distance as an excuse, usually stayed in his downtown apartment, conveniently close to his mistress downstairs.

In the early hours of the morning, as I lay in bed, I heard a faint alarm. It sounded twice before being abruptly cut off.

Could it be a burglar?

I bolted upright. The mansion had several hidden cameras. I opened my phone, and sure enough, someone had entered.

My heart raced as I watched the thief navigate the garden with impressive agility, then climb through a window into the first floor, moving swiftly but without ransacking.

A burglar with finesse, it seemed.

As he neared a camera, I finally got a clear view of him.

He stood about 6'1", broad-shouldered with a narrow waist and long legs. His tight-fitting clothes hinted at explosive muscle definition underneath. He wore a black mask, and his eyes seemed especially bright in the darkness. I nervously stepped out in a coat, quietly approaching the intruder from behind before suddenly flipping on the lights.

"Short on cash, huh?" I asked.

The man jumped, startled as he turned around. I smiled at him sweetly, noticing my hands were empty.

"Why didn't you go for the safe over there?" I pointed behind him. He followed my gaze, looking uncomfortable.

Fair enough - getting caught red-handed during a late-night burglary by the lady of the house, and having your intelligence insulted on top of it, would be awkward for anyone.

I sauntered closer, taking in his tense expression. I shrugged off my coat, tossing it aside to reveal the alluring sight beneath. Seeing his adam's apple bob, I smiled in satisfaction.

"As long as you show me a good time, the money's all yours."

My slender fingers teasingly caressed his chest muscles. As he started to back away, I yanked down his mask and pressed my cherry lips against his without hesitation.

A night of passion ensued.

The man sat up in bed as morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating his chiseled torso.

"You were way better than my husband," I purred, channeling my inner femme fatale and savoring the thrill of revenge.

I noticed his expression of regret as I lifted my aching arms.

"What's wrong? Having second thoughts?" I sat up, eyeing the scattered red marks across my ivory skin.

"Then why were you so rough last night?"

“I didn't." The man lowered his gaze.