[I think you've gone crazy.]
[I'm crazy because I love you, dear Miss Susan. Come on.]
[I'm really obsessed with you. Let's do it the day after tomorrow. He's working overtime and won't be home tonight, so you can sneak over.]
My face expressionless, I scrolled down with the mouse. The ambiguous, explicit chat logs stung my eyes.
Next came the photos.
One showed the two of them lying naked on the bed, making hand gestures.
One showed them kissing on the sofa, face to face.
One showed them feeding each other with a spoon.
Each photo was like a sharp scalpel, slicing into my heart. What was even more unbelievable was that there were videos.
After six years of marriage, Susan and I were so shy about turning on the lights when we were intimate, yet she let Mike film them without a care. In the office, on the bed, on the sofa, in the kitchen, in the bathroom…they were everywhere.
My vision went dark and I had to hold on to the table to keep from falling.
It turned out that betrayal could truly transform a woman beyond recognition.
I slammed the computer shut, leaning against the table, breathing heavily. My friend patted my shoulder and asked, "Do you want me to help you find a lawyer?"
I shook my head, "No!"
I then took out a USB drive and copied all the chat logs, photos and videos onto it. This was painful, but it was also the decisive evidence that would help me win the case.
I saw Susan again a week later. I was in the office working when she burst in with Mike.
"Honey, I'm back. Are you surprised? Are you happy?" Susan opened her arms.
In the past, I would have definitely walked over to her, hugged her, kissed her hair and said, "Thank you for your hard work, welcome back."
But now, I just gave a soft "hmm," looked at her calmly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Susan was stunned by my reaction and asked, puzzled, "Honey, are you feeling unwell today?"
"No, just a little tired."
Susan immediately walked over to me with a worried look on her face, her voice tinged with anxiety, "What's wrong? Did I not take good care of myself while I was away?"
I shook my head. It was not the physical exhaustion, it was the mental exhaustion!
At this moment, Mike spoke up, "Miss Susan, since Mr. Lambert isn't feeling well today, let's meet again another day. There's no rush for a permanent position."
Hearing this, I turned to Susan and asked, "Are you here to get him a permanent position?"
"Yes!" Susan nodded matter-of-factly. "Mike has been with the company for almost two weeks now. He's working very hard in every aspect. I think he can definitely get a permanent position sooner."
Working hard in every aspect? Did that mean working hard in the office, at home, on the couch?
I lowered my head, trying not to let Susan see the sarcasm on my lips. He was already been a permanent position in less than two weeks. Was his promotion to department manager the next step?
Susan didn't notice my annoyance and continued, "Because you're the HR manager, I brought Mike to you first. With your approval and my recommendation, Mike's permanent position is a done deal. He'll be able to better assist me in my work."
So I was part of her game, too? My heart ached!
"Okay, I agree!"
Susan wasn't expecting me to agree so readily. She was stunned for a long moment before asking, "Honey, you're not just trying to tease me, are you?"
I smiled. "You came in person, so of course I have to give you face."
"Honey, you're so kind. Here's a reward!" Susan happily hugged me, pouting and kissing me on the cheek.
