ManyWriters

On the first night shift of the community security guard, my colleague pulled me to watch a small video.
When I first saw it, I still had the mentality of watching a play, and joked with my colleagues, saying that this woman has a lot of charm, and I don't know who it will be cheaper.
I casual attitude vanishes when I catches a glimpse of the woman's exposed chest, revealing a tattoo identical like my darling's.
It's the matching tattoo they got when we first started dating.
No, it can't be. It's impossible.
It's just a tattoo, right? Surely there could be duplicates out there.
But then, the woman in the video coos seductively.
"Baby, let's go again. I can't wait any longer."
The voice is unmistakable.
It belongs to Melody, my wife of ten years.

The wife was videotaped in the underground garage

"Who's so bold as to steal your darling?"


Before I could speak, Melody started her sarcastic taunting, "Well, well, Ethan, you've really gone all out with this act. Even roped in your dear uncle. How much are you paying him per hour?"


Dashiell snatched the phone away. "Listen up, whoever you are on the other end. I don't care if you're Uncle Ashford, Uncle Blackwood, or whoever."


"I've set my sights on Ethan's darling, and that's that. As for you, you'd better not meddle in affairs that don't concern you, unless you want to face the consequences too."


Uncle Blackwood probably hadn't expected such audacity from Dashiell. He was silent for several seconds before speaking.


"So you're the one who forced Ethan to divorce?"


Dashiell, still unaware of the identity of the person on the other end of the line, maintained his cocky attitude.


"In all of Silicon Valley, who doesn't know me, Dashiell? Whatever I set my eyes on, I always get."


Chapter 5