Chapter 4: Risking It All to Catch a Cheater

Chloe’s POV

I stepped into the hotel, a luxurious hotspot renowned for its stunning design and popularity on social media.

The decor exuded lavishness. Everywhere was adorned with fresh flowers, filling the air with a subtle fragrance that embraced me the moment I entered. The vibrant arrangements were almost overwhelming, a testament to the hotel’s reputation as the most upscale venue in the city.

But I had no time to admire any of it. All I wanted was to find Trevor.

I pressed the button for the 28th floor, the top level of the hotel. As the elevator ascended, my heart pounded harder with each passing second.

When the doors opened on the 28th floor, my path was immediately blocked.

"Sorry, miss, this floor has been booked out today," said a man in a black suit. His tone was polite, but his firm demeanor left no room for negotiation.

"I'm here to see Trevor Skyler. I’m his girlfriend."

The man looked me up and down, his expression laced with disdain. "Plenty of women come here claiming they’re looking for Mr. Skyler. If you’re trying to climb the ladder, maybe ask yourself if you’re even worth it."

I clenched my fists, anger surging through me as I forced myself to stay calm. Was this the world of the wealthy? Even seeing my own boyfriend required permission?

"Mr. Skyler already has a companion with him today. He’s entertaining important guests. Please leave immediately," the man added impatiently, his tone making me feel like an unwanted solicitor.

Companion? My mind immediately flashed to Rachel and her smug social media post about "working with her boss."

At that moment, I spotted them in the distance—Rachel was clinging to Trevor’s arm, laughing and chatting as they walked into a room together. The door bore the number 2808.

I tried to follow, my voice rising. "I’m really Trevor’s girlfriend!"

The man didn’t hesitate. He shoved me hard, and I stumbled to the ground.

"Miss, please leave now. Don’t make me force you," he warned, his glare sharp and dismissive, as if I were nothing more than a nuisance.

Fuming but determined, I knew I had to find another way. My thoughts were racing as I scrambled to my feet and hurried to locate the service elevator.

The service elevator reeked of mildew, a mix of overripe fruit and damp cardboard boxes left to rot. Covering my nose, I stepped inside, muttering to myself, "Whatever it takes to catch him in the act."

The elevator rattled slightly as it reached the designated floor. When the doors slid open, I crouched low, carefully making my way down the hallway. Step by step, I crept toward Room 2808.

Standing outside the door, I raised my hand to knock, but I froze as sounds from inside the room reached my ears.

"Harder, baby."

"I’m squeezing you—go harder."

"Oh my God! This feels amazing!"

"All three of you, come at me. I can handle it."

"Harder! Fuck!"

The vulgar voices, clear as day, pierced through the door.

Rachel’s voice was unmistakable. So was Trevor’s. But… were there others?

What the hell were they doing in there? Was Trevor really this depraved behind my back?

My hand hovered above the door handle, trembling. I couldn’t bring myself to push it open. Fear gripped me—fear of confirming what I had imagined.

My mind spun, conjuring a vivid, humiliating scene of Trevor surrounded by three barely dressed women, each draped in the lace lingerie he always claimed to love. They fawned over him, treating him like a king. Rachel was all over him, shamelessly teasing as he pinned her beneath him, his movements hard and relentless.

The other women took turns enjoying his attention, their laughter ringing out as they left traces of their affection all over his body. Trevor’s eyes were closed, a look of pure pleasure on his face, as their hands roamed over him.

"Harder… squeeze me…"

Trevor’s low, raspy voice echoed through the door, sounding nothing like the man I thought I knew.

A loud buzzing filled my head. My legs felt like they were weighed down with lead, refusing to move.

Nausea churned in my stomach, a bitter acid rising to my throat. I clamped a hand over my mouth, forcing myself not to throw up.

This was the man I had loved for five years. The man I believed would marry me.

If I exposed them right now, I would lose him completely, along with all the happiness we currently had. What would I do then?

I was carrying his child. I didn’t want my baby to grow up without a father’s love. Should I pretend I hadn’t heard anything? Act as though I was never here?

If I did that, wouldn’t my life remain the same? I could still bask in Trevor’s affection, maybe even become his wife someday.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t pretend none of this had happened. I had heard it all—every word.

I bit down hard on my lip, the sharp sting bringing me back to my senses.

With a deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked firmly on the door.