Chapter 4

"It's like this, your husband's cell phone has a foreign internet disk inside, and it took some time to crack it."

The young cop, whose name was Andrew, took out his husband's cell phone and opened an app.

"We found your husband inside ...... uh ......"

He didn't go on, and he didn't need to.

I saw it.

It's densely packed with photos of Emma, from every angle.

Trevor's been filming her without my knowledge.

I didn't realize that the man on my pillow was spying on my best gal pal.

Andrew didn't say anything else, silently handing me tissues.

I didn't answer it because I couldn't cry anymore.

Which one saddens me more?

Did Trevor die in the ocean, or was Trevor spying on Emma the whole time?

Was he thinking about me or Emma when we slept together?

"Our data recovery revealed that your husband and Emma had no record of crossing the line."

"However, in a foreign private chat app, it shows that a person named [REVENGE] had conversed with your husband." Andrew's expression was grave.

"Do you know if your husband has offended anyone?"

"REVENGE...... revenge?" I mumbled.

On second thought, Trevor is smooth and never falls on hard times.

"No ...... my husband is a wonderful man."

"Can't recover the chat log?"

I stared at Andrew intently, trying to hold on to this glimmer of hope.

Andrew shook his head and sighed.

"With this kind of private chat app, the chat records are uploaded in foreign nodes and servers, which are extremely difficult to recover."

"In addition, Ms. McDonald's intimate apparel was found in the compartment of your husband's suitcase."

Andrew didn't give me time to prepare and dropped a bombshell.

"Intimate apparel?" I murmured.

"No way ...... no way!"

Andrew didn't say anything more for fear of irritating me, so he let me go home and would get back to me if he heard anything.