“B–Bhabhi… when did you get here?”
I smiled faintly, my gaze cold.
“You already know, don’t you?”
He hesitated, clearly nervous.
“What do you mean?”
I looked straight at him.
“The person you were helping…”
“Yes…”
I cut him off.
“Adrian had a ring made. You came to pick it up.”
That was enough.
Marco understood.
After a long silence, he said quietly,
“Adrian… he’s just having some fun outside. He didn’t want you to get hurt.”
I didn’t reply.
But my eyes burned.
“Fun?”
The man I just saw—holding that woman like she was his entire world—
That was just “fun”?
Even Marco knew how hollow that sounded.
I didn’t push him further.
“Don’t tell him I was here.”
Then I left.
I sat in my car for a long time, unmoving.
No engine. No lights.
Just… empty.
Until the tears finally came.
Eight years of marriage.
I trusted Adrian completely.
I never once checked his phone.
Maybe that’s why…
he was able to deceive me so easily.
Everyone else seemed to know.
Except me.
