The Wife and Her Adulterer

When she heard the name "Mr. Webber," she refused to leave, but she had no choice.

I just wanted to embarrass them.

Soon, Will arrived with his wife on his arm, looking serious.

When Catherine saw them, she tried to slip away, but Amelia called out, "This must be Mr. Pearson's wife, right?"

Catherine turned and nodded stiffly, and I noticed her shaking.

Amelia also noticed it. She smiled, approached, and took Catherine's hand. "Why're you in a cold sweat? Are you feeling unwell?"

Catherine was so nervous that she stepped back repeatedly, clearly afraid of being exposed.

Will noticed her distress and stepped in, saying, "Honey, Mrs. Pearson looks pale. Let's visit another day."

He tried to pull her away.

Amelia nodded. Just as she was about to release Catherine's hand, she suddenly frowned and asked, "Mrs. Pearson, what perfume are you wearing? It smells so familiar."

Panic spread across both Will's and Catherine's faces.

The cologne's scent was unmistakable, despite Catherine's attempts to cover it.

"I... I bought this perfume casually," Catherine stammered.

Amelia scrutinized her, "Oh really? It smells just like what my husband usually uses. Right, honey?"

She stared at Will.

Will looked caught off guard and struggled to respond.

Seizing the moment, I interjected, "That must be the scented bag in my car."

Relieved, Catherine quickly agreed, "Yes! The scented bag."

It was a flimsy excuse, but she didn't notice it.

I didn't have a scented bag in my car.

But I didn't want to expose them so early. I wanted to bring disgrace upon them and make them suffer the consequences.