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My desire to follow my husband grew stronger when the person I hired gave an update. I wanted to find out where they were going right in the instant. I wanted to be the one to startle them both. To see the fear in both of their eyes once, I suddenly appeared in front of them.
Finn has a lot to lose compared to me, and I won’t let him get away with this.
"Don't lose sight of them. Follow them wherever they go," I angrily ordered the investigator and ended the call.
I will pay him threefold as long as he follows my husband and that woman. Money is worthless if my husband will just cheat on me like this.
After I gave the order, I left the room and went down the elegant stairs. A maid rushed to say that breakfast was ready.
"I will not eat, thank you," I told her. I couldn't hide my irritation that morning and that maid was the one who first witnessed it.
I went straight to the door and my driver quickly opened the car door for me. He always parks the car in front early so that I don't have to wait for him to get it from the garage, which is far from my shameless husband's mansion.
Seeing the driver made me realize I couldn't drive alone. I don't have a license because I lost it and I agreed with Finn to hire a driver, but I’ve been doubting the driver ever since that day. I knew he kept on reporting where I was going and where I had been to my husband, and at that moment I had the plan to go to where Finn was—I didn't need his service.
When I got into the car, I pretended to forget something. “Oh my! I forgot my phone! Can you just take it for me? I think I left it in my room,” I asked him nicely.
“Sure, ma’am,” he answered and right after he got out of the car, I quickly moved to the driver's seat from the back and drove the car away. I escaped him, and even if he told his boss that I ran away from him, he didn’t even know where I was going.
I was on the highway when the private investigator sent another message. Finn and Diane were about to leave the coffee shop. He also gave me which road they were taking every few minutes and while I was driving, I read the message one by one to guide me to which road I'd be heading.
I tried to guess where they were planning to go and I had a great feeling about where exactly.
"You cheated the wrong person, Finn!” I screamed inside the car, gritting my teeth while my grip on the steering wheel tightened.
I stepped on the accelerator. The car almost flew on the highway, but since I don't have a license, I slowed down again right before I reached the spot where a speed meter was located.
My contact sent a message again, and I was right—at my resthouse.
Yes, it was mine. I also designed the house. Finn gave me that place as a gift on our first wedding anniversary and I couldn’t believe they had been using it.
"Shameless!" I shouted loudly inside the car. It was so hard to control the anger I was feeling. When I got away from the place with the speed meter, I sped up again.
I slowed down when I got close to the rest house so they wouldn’t be able to hear the car's engine. I saw a car on the side of the road. The window on the side of the driver’s seat slowly opened. I slowed down. A man popped his head out and said, “They’re inside.” It was the man I hired.
I parked near the resthouse and walked from there with only my cellular phone and courage. Finn’s favorite car and one of his favorites to use recently because the glasses were heavily tinted and with the purpose of not being able to see who's inside.
That's why it's a favorite. My husband is really smart.
I walked straight to the resthouse’s front door. Those cheaters left the door wide open. As I entered, I heard a loud bang coming from up the stairs. I followed the noise, accompanied by the soft moans of the shameless people.
The weight of my legs seemed so heavy. My mind and heart were fighting. I had in mind what to expect and while climbing up the stairs; I tried to be prepared. I saw the bedroom door slightly open. The moans were getting louder as I got nearer. The walls of the bedroom were wood, and it was being slammed and the bed was rattling.