A Friend's Joke Reveals Hubby's Secret Life

My brother, Philip Blackburn, fell silent for three seconds on the other end of the phone.

"Emily, are you mistaken? Bradley would—"

I took off the wedding ring from my ring finger, the diamond digging painfully into my palm.

"We've been married for ten years. Every single one of his cufflinks has been custom-made by me from Yitoria. But today, he's wearing a cheap plastic flower.

"Philip, do you think this is a mistake? You know I won't tolerate any slight. Expose all the despicable things he's done over the years, and get me the best lawyer. I want a divorce."

Philip was furious upon hearing this. "Alright."

Half an hour later, an encrypted file arrived on my phone.

I clicked on the first photo. A fresh-faced young woman in a white blouse was holding Bradley's arm, her smile as bright as the sun. On the wrist exposed outside her sleeve was a wolf-head tattoo identical to Bradley's.

Without hesitation, I drove straight to the company.

A few minutes later, a woman with long, straight black hair wearing a white dress came running out.

I glanced at her employee badge—Sabrina Owens.

The moment she saw me, she turned pale with fright and instinctively hid her hands behind her back.

However, I still saw the custom-made watch from Aufordland.

Last year on my birthday, I received a purchase notification from Aufordland for a three-million-dollar watch and a 50-thousand-dollar necklace.

The necklace I had carefully kept at home, while the watch was on her wrist.

I scoffed and said, "Ms. Owens, your husband's taste is quite similar to Bradley's. Even the custom-made watches look the same."

Sabrina trembled with fear at my words, her red lips opening and closing for a long moment before she finally stammered out a reply.

"Y-Yes. Maybe men's tastes are just similar."

She was clutching her dress so tight that her fingers had turned white.

"Enough, you can drop the act now. You're the side piece Bradley's friends are referring to, aren't you?"

Once she saw I'd cut straight to the chase, Sabrina's trembling intensified. She was utterly beside herself with panic.

"Please don't misunderstand. It was just that Mr. Fry once fainted from low blood sugar, and I took care of him that one time. Mr. Fry's friends thought I was very attentive, and it was just a joke. I'm truly sorry for causing you to misunderstand."

After speaking, she even gave me an exaggerated 90-degree bow.

The pitiful, innocent act she put on was so convincing that, had I not seen firsthand how she seduced Bradley, I'd have been completely taken in.

Half a month ago, she posted a video on Instagram.

My husband, Bradley Fry, was swiping his card at a car dealership, with a Porsche sitting right next to him.

Her caption read, "A man's money is where his love is."

At that moment, I was at home with a fever so high I was drifting into unconsciousness.

I called Bradley and asked him to take me to the hospital. He panicked for a split second, but then his voice became hoarse, as if suppressing something.

"Honey, I'll have Marian Pratt, the housekeeper, take you. Something urgent came up on my end, so I can't get away."