I Exposed My Cheating Husband Live On Air

On the drive to my husband's hometown for the New Year, the GPS voice was unusually sweet.

Lewis Whitney, who normally barely spoke, was actually responding to every single prompt.

"Speed limit seventy ahead. Someone's speeding—keep this up and I won't like you anymore."

"Okay, okay, I know I was wrong."

I felt a twinge of jealousy and told him he was more affectionate with the GPS than with me.

He brushed me off with a half-hearted reply, then turned back to flirt with the navigation system.

"I know you've been working hard guiding me all this way. Once we arrive, I'll give you a reward."

I didn't want to make myself look pathetic, so I dropped it and scrolled through my phone instead.

The first video the algorithm pushed to me was titled: "When Your Marriage Is in Trouble: How to Turn Things Around."

I hesitated, then tapped on it.

The next second, a voice came through my earbuds—identical to the GPS.

"You all keep asking how I interact with my boyfriend in daily life. The most romantic thing is just being there for each other. Like when he goes back to his hometown and I can't be with him, I made a custom GPS program so I can keep him company the whole way..."

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The woman's gentle voice continued in my ears, but a chill had already crept into my hands.

Lewis hadn't noticed anything unusual. He was still responding to the GPS with that indulgent tone.

"I must have owed you in a past life. Fine, I'll slow down."

The moment he finished speaking, the streamer's profile picture—username "lulu"—showed she was live.

I clicked into the stream.

My pupils contracted sharply.

The background of the livestream was unmistakably the apartment I'd lived in before getting married.

After the wedding, I'd moved in with Lewis.

Every time I wanted to go back, he'd find some excuse to stop me.

"If you go back there, people will say our marriage is on the rocks."

When I wanted to bring my old belongings over, he refused that too.

"It's not like you need any of that stuff. Why go through the trouble?"

I used to think he just didn't like that apartment, so I never brought it up again.

Now it was clear: Lewis had been using my apartment to keep his mistress.

I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms.

The viewer count in the livestream was climbing fast.

[Wow, your place looks huge! Did your boyfriend buy it?]

[Looks like one of those big units in Golden Bay. That's gotta be at least two million, right?]

The woman showing off the ocean view caught the comments and couldn't hide her smugness.

"I keep telling him not to spend so much money on me, but he just insists on spoiling me. Everything in this house—he bought it all for me."

"He says a woman like me should be raised like a delicate flower, pampered until I'm completely dependent on him, so no one else can steal me away."

She held up her phone and gave the viewers a full tour of the apartment.

The antique vases I'd left behind. The expensive decor. An entire walk-in closet full of designer goods. All of it was hers now.

[So sweet! Can you show us some interaction with your boyfriend?]

Instinctively, I glanced at Lewis.

His phone chimed with a WeChat notification.

When I reached for it, his expression changed instantly. He slapped my hand away.

"Haven't I told you? Even if we're married, we need to respect each other's privacy."

I stared at the red mark on the back of my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing.

Meanwhile, the woman in the livestream had started showing off their chat history.

"He replies to my messages instantly."

I watched her scroll through their conversations, finger flicking upward again and again, and my heart went cold.

Three days ago, Lewis had personally made her brown sugar tea when she got her period. That same day, I'd fainted from low blood sugar at the office. When I woke up, I called him five times. He didn't answer a single one.

Six months ago, when the company hit a rough patch and reporters were hounding me everywhere I went, Lewis was at Disneyland with her.