"Forget it. There's no reasoning with someone like you."
With that, he took Vivian by the arm and left the banquet hall.
After the scene tonight, between wanting to comfort his little mistress and wanting to punish me, Elmer definitely wouldn't be coming home.
I pulled out my phone and texted my best friend:
"The fish is about to swim into the net. Send someone to tail Elmer tonight. I need video of the two of them together. No matter what."
If there was one thing that counted as ironclad evidence, it was footage of two cheaters in bed.
Ever since I'd first caught wind of their affair, Elmer had been careful never to spend the night with Vivian. Tonight was the perfect opportunity.
My best friend sprang into action the moment she got my message, dispatching seven or eight professional PIs to stake out the apartment Vivian was renting.
I barely slept that night.
Even though I was thoroughly done with Elmer, we'd been together for years. Saying it didn't hurt would've been a lie.
But I was too proud to accept a man who'd dirtied himself with someone else.
The only thing left for me to do was drag both of them straight to hell.
Early the next morning, my best friend sent over the edited footage, along with a thoughtful warning:
"Sibyl, brace yourself before you watch this. I'm worried it might be too much."
I didn't hesitate. I hit play.
Within seconds, the screen filled with images too obscene to describe.
Even on an adult website, this would've been flagged as explicit.
My stomach turned. I nearly threw up.
I couldn't even imagine how the audience would react when this footage played at the awards ceremony in three days.
Elmer, exhausted from his long night, didn't come home until the afternoon.
When he saw me sitting in the living room, a flicker of guilt crossed his face.
"Honey, you didn't go into the office today?"
The sound of his voice triggered an almost physical revulsion. I couldn't even bring myself to speak.
He must have assumed I was still angry, because he sidled up to me with a look of weary patience.
"Sibyl, when did you become so petty?"
"I already told you, I just feel sorry for Vivian, so I've been looking out for her a little more. That's all."
Looking out for her. Right. All the way into bed.
I swallowed my fury with every ounce of self-control I had and kept my voice even.
"Mm. I know. I was wrong to jump to conclusions about you two."
His brow smoothed at that.
"I'm glad you understand."
"Oh, by the way, honey. The organizers want a family member to say a few words at the ceremony. I was thinking of letting Vivian do it, give her some experience. What do you think..."
The implication was crystal clear.
I buried the ice in my eyes and shrugged, feigning indifference.
"It's your award. Your call."
The days slipped by, and soon enough, the ceremony arrived.
My best friend had planted someone backstage. The moment Vivian finished her speech, the footage would play.
The entire university had turned out for this event. Faculty, students, even officials from the Board of Education. The exhibition hall seated thousands, and every chair was taken.
Vivian was sitting right behind me, whispering with her roommates about me.
"Isn't that Professor Weiss's wife? Vivian, didn't you say she was some frumpy old hag? She's actually pretty good-looking."
Vivian rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with contempt.
"Are you blind? What's pretty about that trashy woman?"
The others all knew about her closeness with Elmer, and none of them wanted to get on her bad side, so they played along.
"I didn't get a good look earlier. Now that I see her up close, she really can't compare to you."
Vivian's voice swelled with smugness.
"As if she could ever compare to me. Professor Weiss gave me the chance to speak in front of the entire school. That washed-up tramp can sit down there and watch."
Her voice wasn't exactly quiet. From where I sat in the row ahead, I heard every single word.
