Feel His Lies Deeply

I noted down the mistress's Big Eye account and followed her. This account had few followers and seemed created specifically to document her relationship with Chase. From the people she followed, I found a likely suspect.

"Sabrina Stewart? Chase's first love?" Hanna added, "If it's her, then Chase is truly despicable."

It's not surprising she said that because Chase really was that low. Sabrina was Chase's first girlfriend. They had an early romance in high school, but after graduation, Sabrina left Chase, who was still a poor boy, to study abroad with a wealthy second-generation heir. According to Chase's friends, he was devastated and even attempted suicide over her.

I hadn't paid attention to Sabrina before, thinking she was part of Chase's past and not worth worrying about. But I forgot how strong the pull of an ex-girlfriend could be. 'When an ex cries, the current lover always loses,' was not just an empty saying.

Last night, I traced Samantha's account to Sabrina's and found that she returned to the country a year ago with the title of a genius fashion designer. Her posts matched the times and places Chase claimed to be on business trips. Most importantly, both Samantha and Sabrina had identical moles on the backs of their hands.

Seeing Sabrina's face and combining it with Samantha's chat records with Chase, I sadly realized I might really be Sabrina's substitute. We shared a similar appearance and with the same hairstyle and clothes, we could be at least seventy percent alike.

"A so-called genius fashion designer, but her designs aren't as good as yours." Hanna scoffed.

I majored in fashion design in college and my mentor once said I had great talent and could become a rising star in the industry if I persisted. But that incident nearly destroyed my will, leading me to quit my job and focus on recuperating at home. Over the past three years, I completed ten designs but never turned them into finished products, locking them all in my studio. It's been almost a year since I last looked at them or picked up a pencil.

After discussing our strategy, I prepared to go home and pack, telling Chase I was going on a trip with Hanna to unwind. I didn't have his impeccable acting skills and was afraid of giving myself away before obtaining concrete evidence of his infidelity. If he knew I wanted a divorce, he would take action. The cost of divorce was too high for him to bear.

As we walked out, we saw a somewhat familiar person. Seeing her, my breath caught and I felt transported back to that helpless night.

Hanna quickly pulled me away, constantly reassuring me, "Monica, it's all over. Breathe with me, inhale ... exhale ... repeat three times."

Once I calmed down, Hanna drove me home. Halfway there, she suddenly spoke, "Monica, the person opposite her is the most famous divorce lawyer in Seaside City."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Monica, if you want to take him down, you might consider going through her. Spouses know many secrets about each other," Hanna said.

I shook my head, "Let's just focus on the divorce first."

Hanna sighed and continued driving in silence.

When I got home, I found Chase still there, which immediately ruined my mood further.

Chase looked displeased when he saw Hanna. "Hanna, as a lawyer, if you don't have any clients, you should find someone to date instead of stealing my wife. I finally returned from a business trip and wanted to spend some time alone with her, but you whisked her away on a trip. How is that acceptable?"

Chase and Hanna never got along well. Hanna couldn't stand him, thinking he was fake. Chase, meanwhile, was too deep into his role. My close relationship with Hanna made him jealous.