Chapter 2 Who, If Not Her Husband?

"What are you talking about? The only people in this room are me and my husband," Nancy said, trying to make sense of the conversation. She felt like they must have gotten the wrong person.

However, the two women were undeterred. "You adulterers are caught red-handed. Stop playing dumb! Tell Yaacob to come out and explain himself to Yoana!" They insisted, pushing past Nancy and heading for the bathroom where the sound of water was still audible.

Nancy acted quickly, positioning herself in front of the women. "The person you're talking about is not here. My husband is in the shower, and I want you to leave right now! I'll call the police if you don't!"

The women laughed mockingly. "You? A call girl calling the police? Yoana, it looks like Yaacob is hiding in there. Why don't we just strip her and take pictures for evidence? Let's see how they can deny their actions then!"

With those words, they each grabbed one of Nancy's arms and attempted to remove her clothes.

Meanwhile, a swarm of reporters, armed with cameras, were heading into the Saunders Hotel.

"Did you hear that Nancy, the former queen of the music industry, has a room here? Is this information accurate?"

"It's from an inside source, so it must be reliable! Nancy got married to the Shaw Group's second son six months ago and left the entertainment industry. She's been out of the spotlight since then. Just imagine. This is her first reappearance, and it happens to be a major scandal! Spencer is still abroad, so guess who she's with?"

"I heard the man's old and ugly!"

"Ha! Nancy used to be the queen of the entertainment industry. She must be feeling too lonely after being neglected by her husband after marriage. That's why she has such low standards!"

By the time the reporters barged into the room, Nancy was clutching her clothes to her chest as she wrestled with the two women.

A sudden onslaught of camera flashes left the three women frozen in place. Nancy was the first to react, quickly lowering her head to shield her face.

Who had alerted the reporters? It was a disaster!

"Nancy, can you tell us who you spent the night with?"

"The internet is claiming that your marriage to Spencer is a sham. Is this affair because of loneliness, or have you found true love?"

"You quit singing for Spencer, giving up fame to serve him. Do you think this is a slap in your face?"

Nancy was bombarded by their questions and blinded by the flashing lights. "Stop taking pictures! Can't you respect my privacy? My husband is here too!"

The scene was chaotic, filled with the shouts of reporters, the accusations of the two women, and Nancy's desperate pleas. The questions kept coming, a relentless barrage that gave no room for answers. Her world was crumbling around her, making her feel trapped, exposed, and utterly misunderstood. Her eyes stung with unshed tears as her heart pounded with a mix of fear, anger, and humiliation. What had started as a simple morning was spiraling into a nightmare, and there seemed to be no escape.

"Your husband? According to our sources, Spencer isn't returning to the country until noon today. Who's this man in the room you're calling your husband?" One reporter asked.

Nancy was no ordinary person. As a former queen of the music scene, she had been one of the most famous female artists with a massive fanbase. Before her marriage, she'd never been involved in any scandals. However, even after she had left the industry, the media would not pass up the opportunity to expose a major scandal like this. It was especially so when her husband was the famous second son of the Shaw family, the future heir to the Shaw Group.

The reporters were relentless. All of them were eager to thrust their microphones into her face, and their questions grew increasingly pointed and aggressive.

Yet Nancy was dumbstruck by their words. They were saying that Spencer was still abroad, but that was impossible! Had he not returned to the country early and booked a hotel room to meet with her? If not, who was the man she had spent the night with?

As Nancy's mind reeled, the reporters grew impatient, eager to capture evidence of her affair.

"Where's the adulterer? Where is he?"

"He's in the shower! Don't let him get away!"

They started to push their way in, each determined to get their hands on more photos. The other two women had already fled when they realized things were going awry, and Nancy was knocked off balance, stumbling backward.

At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, and she found herself crashing into a strong, muscular chest. A hand caught her by the waist to steady her. As Nancy looked up, a chill ran down her spine. The man who came out from the shower was not her husband.

He was a complete stranger!

Confusion, shock, and panic swept over Nancy. Her mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened. Was this all a setup? A misunderstanding? The eyes of the reporters were on her, hungry for her reaction, and their cameras were ready to capture every nuance of her shock.