LOGINFor a moment, I could only stare at the receptionist.
“My husband is upstairs?” I asked.The man looked uncomfortable. “Yes, Mrs. Rowe. He arrived about twenty minutes ago.”I looked toward the elevators.Twenty minutes ago, Ethan was supposed to be working on the Vale presentation.“Which floor?” I asked.The receptionist hesitated. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m not allowed to give out a resident’s unit number.”“I understand.”I stared at the photograph until Nina finally spoke.“Sera, are you still there?”“Yes.”My voice barely came out.In the photo, Camille stood beside Richard outside Bellmont Crest. His hand rested over her stomach, not casually at her waist or on her arm. Her hand was covering his.They looked close.Too close for two people who were supposedly finished.“Nina, I’m sending it to you.”A few seconds later, she received the picture.“Oh,” Nina said.“That’s all you have to say?”“I’m trying not to say the first thing that came into my head.”I sat on the edge of the guest bed. “Say it.”Nina hesitated. “It looks intimate.”Exactly.I zoomed in again. Camille wasn’t crying. She wasn’t pulling away. Richard wasn’t arguing with her.They looked like two people sharing something private.“But Ethan said Richard dumped her,” I said.
I stared at Nina’s message.Nina: “I’m checking, but the vehicle is registered to Richard.”For a moment, I thought there had to be another Richard.There were thousands of men with that name.Then Nina sent another message.Nina: “Richard Hale. Same man Camille was with overseas.”My stomach tightened.The man Camille claimed had thrown her away had been at her apartment building.The same night Ethan was there.Me: “Are you sure?”Nina: “I checked the registration twice.”I sat down on the edge of the bed.The shower was still running in the bathroom.Ethan was only a few steps away, completely unaware that I was staring at proof that Camille’s past might not be as finished as she claimed.Me: “What time did Richard’s car enter?”Nina didn’t answer immediately.When she did, my chest tightened.Nina: “12:19 a.m.”I looked at Ethan’s parking record again.He had left at 12:11.Eight minutes.Richard had arrived eight minutes after my husband left.“What the hell?” I whispered.The ba
For a moment, I couldn’t speak.Last Friday, Ethan had told me he was working late.I remembered it clearly because I had waited for him with dinner until almost eleven before finally putting everything away.Now Nina was telling me his car had been parked at Camille’s building.At eleven eighteen at night.“Sera?” Nina said.“I’m here.”“You okay?”“No.”It was the first honest answer I had given anyone all week.Nina became quiet.“Send me the receipt,” I said.“Sera, are you sure?”“Yes.”A few seconds later, my phone vibrated.I opened the image.The receipt showed the date, Ethan’s car plate number, Bellmont Crest Residences, and the parking validation.Resident: Camille Laurent.I stared at her name.There was no mistake.“Maybe he was helping her with something,” Nina said carefully.I almo
“How long have you had it?” I asked.Ethan looked at the key in his hand as if he had forgotten it was there.“Sera, listen to me.”“That’s not an answer.”The elevator doors tried to close again. Ethan stepped inside before they could.“Camille gave me the spare when she moved in,” he said.I stared at him. “Why?”“Because I helped arrange the apartment.”“You arranged the apartment. You guaranteed the lease. You paid the deposit through the company. And now you have a key.”“I didn’t pay it personally.”“That’s the part you want to correct?”Ethan rubbed his forehead. “She didn’t have anyone here, Sera.”“She has a landlord. She has building security. She has coworkers. Why does she need my husband holding a key to her apartment?”“She doesn’t.”I waited.Ethan looked down at the key.“I should’ve returned it.”“Yes.”“I forgot.”I almost laughed.“You forgot you had a key to another woman’s apartment?”“It was in my office drawer until today.”“Why did you bring it today?”His mout
For a moment, I could only stare at the receptionist.“My husband is upstairs?” I asked.The man looked uncomfortable. “Yes, Mrs. Rowe. He arrived about twenty minutes ago.”I looked toward the elevators.Twenty minutes ago, Ethan was supposed to be working on the Vale presentation.“Which floor?” I asked.The receptionist hesitated. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m not allowed to give out a resident’s unit number.”“I understand.”I took out my phone and called Ethan.It rang.Once.Twice.Three times.No answer.I called again.This time, he declined it.I stared at the screen.The receptionist looked away, probably pretending he hadn’t noticed.I sent Ethan a message.Me: “Where are you?”No reply.A minute later, the elevator doors opened.An older couple stepped out. Before the doors could clo
For a few seconds, I thought I had heard Nina wrong. “Ethan’s name is on the lease?” I asked. “Yes,” Nina replied. “I’m looking at the application right now.” I sat down slowly. “As what?” “Give me a second.” I heard her typing. My mind was already running ahead of me. Ethan had hired Camille before she returned to Bellmont. He had arranged her apartment. Now his name was on the paperwork too. “Nina?” “I found it,” she said. “He’s listed as the guarantor.” I let out the breath I had been holding. A guarantor. That was different. It was still strange, but not as bad as what I had imagined. “So he guaranteed the lease because she didn’t qualify?” “That’s what it looks like.” I rubbed my forehead. “Richard cut her off. Maybe she didn’t have enough income history when she came back.” “Maybe,” Nina said. I noticed the hesitation in her voice. “What?” “Nothing.” “Nina.” She sighed. “I just don’t understand why Ethan used his personal information instead of the company’s







