PART 2
Throughout dinner, I methodically sliced into my chicken, keeping my eyes anchored to the porcelain plate, forcing my pulse into a cold, calculated rhythm.
“The most peculiar incident occurred at the grocery store today,” I remarked nonchalantly. “Leo spotted a young blonde in a sundress and insisted she’s the exact person who hangs out in our bedroom whenever I’m on hospital duty.”
Lifting my chin, I locked my gaze squarely with my husband’s. “Kids truly have limitless imaginations, don’t they?”
Julian didn’t drop his silverware. His complexion never paled, and his pupils never flinched. Instead, a deep, resonant chuckle escaped his chest—an easy, jovial laugh so profoundly organic that it sent chills straight down my spine. He shook his head fondly, offering our son a doting grin.
“The little guy has clearly been bingeing those ghost-hunter channels again,” Julian dismissed smoothly, casually refilling his glass of Cabernet. “He knows our suite is strictly off-limits. Oh, wait—the housekeeping agency dispatched a blonde maid last week. He probably caught a glimpse of her dusting and wove a whole fantasy around it.”
Reaching across the table, Julian gently entwined his fingers with mine, his gaze beaming with masterfully staged devotion. “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart. I’ll instruct them to keep the master suite locked while they clean from here on out.”
I stared at the hand clutching mine. A man capable of engineering such a seamless deception on the fly, weaponizing the innocence of his own five-year-old to conceal treacherous betrayal, was completely unworthy of a simple divorce.
“I love you too, Julian,” I whispered back, flashing a picture-perfect smile.
Later that night, while Julian was cheerfully humming under the steam of the shower, I quietly booted up my laptop. I didn’t browse family law firms. I placed a priority overnight order for four high-end, 4K hidden surveillance micro-cameras. The total destruction of his double life had officially begun…
