Husband was Caught Cheating

To make his secret affair as convenient as possible, my husband brazenly moved his mistress into the apartment directly downstairs from us. He thought he was playing a clever game right under my nose. What he completely fails to realize, however, is my secret identity: I was adopted by an incredibly wealthy real estate tycoon. Now, the tables have turned because I actually own this entire apartment building. His scandalous playground is officially on my property.

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Chapter 2

A week ago, my husband Lance told me that the company had sent him abroad and that he might not be able to come back for one or two months.

I was reluctantly saying goodbye to him just a second ago.

In the next second, there was only the joy of my dad giving me a building.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had been busy collecting rent and counting money recently.

It seems like I haven't contacted Lance for a long time.

I logged on to my main WhatsApp account and the last message I saw was from last week when I asked him if he had landed safely.

Lance did not reply and did not send me any more messages.

On inspection, last week was the day when she moved into 502.

Is it true that my husband has a mistress downstairs?

The doubts in my mind grew bigger and bigger. When I heard the two people downstairs fighting more and more fiercely, my heart trembled and I sent Lance a video invitation.

The call didn't even ring twice before he hung up.

This guy has become so powerful that he dares to hang up on me?

I started a continuous phone bombardment.

The call was hung up until a tone came from the receiver saying, "The user you are calling has turned off the phone."

I sat on the cold floor, listening in confusion to the joyful sounds downstairs.

After a long time, the noise gradually subsided.

Lance finally called back.

I tried to stand up, but my numb legs made me fall to the ground again.

Lance's face on the screen still had a blush on it.

He wiped the sweat off his chest and said, "Dear, I was just working out, so I didn't answer the phone."

"Well, when will you be back?"

There is no emotion in my voice.

The moment the call was connected, I confirmed that he was at 502.

He is the leading actor in the "symphony" performed by the Snake Monster every night!

Now, I know the layout of every household.

With just one glance, I can recognize the unique bay window design of 502.

Lance didn't notice that something was wrong with me. Instead, he smirked: "Dear, do you miss me? After our leader approves my leave, I will try to stay at home with you for a few more days."

It seems that he plans to live outside for a long time.

In the five years we've been married, he and I have endured all kinds of hardships, from guerrilla warfare with urban management in the summer to living in a windowless basement in the winter.

I am still waiting for him to come back, to start a new life together, and to live in a big, bright and clean house that belongs to me.

But he cheated on me and kept a mistress downstairs from me.

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