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    Matthew seemed shocked at my question.


    I said innocently, “That was our house savings, so we need that money back soon. I want to buy a


    ce


    once I find a suitable one. We can’t afford to dy our move any longer, especially after Ava’s fall. I


    need


    to find her a decent kindergarten, preferably Sunnydale Institute.”


    Matthew remained silent as I spoke. I feigned naivety and continued, “Why are you so quiet? I’ve


    noticed


    you’re so indifferenttely.”


    Matthew chuckled awkwardly, saying, “How’s that? Honey, I’ve got everything under control. I told your


    what happened to the money, right? We invested in a project many people have their eyes on.


    “We had to make an executive decision then, so I used our house savings as payment first. Do you


    think


    we’ll have trouble finding a good house once thepany grows stronger? It’s all part of my n, so


    don’t worry.”


    He smiled and gently pinched my nose. However, I knew his smile wasn’t genuine.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    We were preupied with our thoughts throughout lunch, and Imented that money. Ideally, I must


    quickly trace it before Matthew tells me the project has gone south.


    After returning to my office, I called Ivanna and updated her on what had happened. I also sent her a


    photo of Johnson, knowing Matthew wouldn’t show his face for the next few days.


    I remained in my office that afternoon and focused on the “special” materials Matthew had prepared for


    me. I had to admit that the woman who took Matthew from me was impressive.


    Meanwhile, Matthew stuck to his routined schedule the next few days while Johnson was frequently


    absent from the office. 1


    Since Matthew was so cautious with me, I figured the other woman would be even more careful not to


    expose herself. It seemed I had greatly underestimated her.


    Matthew and I went to thepany together on Monday morning after dropping Ava off. I had just


    returned to my office when my phone notified me of a message.


    I absentmindedly removed my coat and picked up the phone to see the text message containing a


    photo. I calmly opened it, but my hand shook when the image loaded. I saw two high–definition pictures


    on the screen.


    The first picture was a close–up of Matthew sleeping on a hotel bed. His profile was prominent, but


    what caught my attention was the woman’s midsection nestled against him. The photo was detalled


    enough to


    The second photo was from a different angle but was slightly farther away. It showed Matthew’s hand


    resting between the woman’s thighs. The sheets were a mess, indicating the passionate encounter that


    had urred the night before.


    The pictures were detailed enough to resemble selfies, cropped to focus on the main action. My vision


    blurred after seeing those pictures. I plopped into my office chair and pressed against my chest while


    taking deep breaths.


    I felt like I had gotten stabbed in the heart, and my veins were about to pop. Although I had mentally


    prepared myself for what maye, these explicit photos still shocked me.


    The scenarios I had imagined seemed like child’s ypared to these pictures. They were


    impactful and sparked my wild imagination.


    Soon after, I checked the phone number and realized I didn’t recognize it. Before I could gather my


    thoughts, I received another message from that number. The message was even more provoking than


    thest.