Smart Tech Unmasked His Affair

Finally, Adrian picked up.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

His voice was hoarse with desire, carried through the phone into my ears.

Nausea surged, and I couldn’t speak for a few seconds.

“Baby, is the baby giving you trouble?”

“I’m sorry, work is just so overwhelming. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow to be with you.”

Listening to his voice straining to suppress his lust, my eyes locked on the big screen in the living room. I wanted to scream and demand what he was doing.

But the next moment, the woman in the video deliberately shifted her movements.

Adrian’s breath hitched.

“Baby, I’m a little busy right now. I’ll call you later!”

The call was abruptly cut. My body went limp, as if every bone was sinking into the sea.

Helplessness. Struggle. Pain.

“Isabella, I told you—you can have anything you want! But you must never let my wife find out!”

On the screen, Adrian’s eyes burned with anger.

His movements grew rougher, the car rocking violently.

Minutes later, the motion stopped.

Adrian pulled out a wet tissue, gently wiping Isabella clean, then picked up the emerald necklace and fastened it around her neck.

“I will never divorce my wife. You know that.”

“Other than that, money, houses, my career—you can have it all.”

He held Isabella close, lowering his head to kiss away her tears.

“But I don’t want those things. I only want you!”

Isabella sobbed pitifully, her chest heaving.

Adrian let out a low sigh. After a pause, he spoke again.

“I can give you a child.”

“Next time, I won’t use protection…”

His words exploded in my ears.

My vision darkened as memories flashed before me.

At eighteen, Adrian, wearing a faded shirt, had earnestly confessed under the oak tree at college.

He said loving me was the one thing he’d ever been serious about.

At twenty-two, in order to earn my family’s approval, Adrian worked himself to exhaustion, ending up in the hospital with a bleeding ulcer.

He told me to wait a little longer, until he was worthy of me, until he could give me the life of a princess.

At twenty-nine, Adrian, with his artificial intelligence company, skyrocketed onto New York’s billionaire list.

He filled the entire city with Calla Lilies to propose to me.

That day, tears had filled his eyes as he fumbled with the ring, failing to slip it onto my finger more than once.

He said he had finally fulfilled his promise to love me.

For eleven years, I endured every rumor and criticism just to be with him.

And I always believed Adrian would never disappoint me.

And he didn’t—at least, not then.

The most lavish wedding in New York.

Everyone knew I was Adrian’s wife.

But now, he so casually promised another woman a child.

A dull pain gripped my heart, like a blunt knife sawing slowly at my flesh.

“Ugh…”

I doubled over, retching dryly. Wiping away my tears, I suddenly saw a flood of anonymous text messages pop up on my phone.

[Mrs. Walker, Adrian and I are true love. Can you leave him?]

[I know you’re pregnant, but you won’t be able to keep this baby!]

[You’ve already had three miscarriages! I’m the one with a fertile body. Only I can give Adrian the children he deserves!]

My fingers went white as I gripped the phone tight.

Then another account messaged.

[Mrs. Walker, we have records of every time Adrian and I slept together. Do you want to see them?]

I didn’t reply. Before the messages could be deleted, I quickly took screenshots.

Then I sent them directly to Adrian.