Chapter 137
She forced herself to analyze the situation.
In the restaurant, every single one of Zoe’s actions and words indicated that she had indeed slept with Frederick, gotten caught by Lydia and Arthur, and sought Maeve out in a desperate, panicked frenzy.
Zoe lived at Havencrest Apartments, where Charlie and the nanny also resided. Frederick and Zoe definitely wouldn’t have done it there p>
So where would they go?
Maeve bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, forcing herself to run through every possible location Frederick could have taken her, a layer of cold sweat breaking out across her forehead.
Suddenly, a realization struck her, and she sat up rigidly.
The only place Zoe and Frederick would go, and where Lydia and Arthur would subsequently show up p>
Was… her and Frederick’s marital home.
Coming to this conclusion, Maeve was eighty percent sure. Her hands turned completely ice-cold.
She had only moved out of Wisteria Cove two days ago.
Five years of marriage, and she genuinely believed Frederick would never stoop to such a repulsive low p>
Maeve took a deep breath, forcing down the overwhelming mess of emotions in her chest. She opened the Wisteria Cove security app on her phone and rewound the footage to last night.
The app displayed a notification: Motion detected.
She scrolled through the clips one by one. Unsurprisingly, it was all there.
In a series of consecutive clips, Frederick appeared on screen first. Shortly after, Zoe arrived. And finally, Lydia and Arthur p>
Everything perfectly aligned.
Maeve clicked on the video, starting from the exact moment Zoe walked into Wisteria Cove.
She watched Zoe hugging Frederick, listening to her call his name over and over… Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
The indoor security cameras at Wisteria Cove had been installed by Frederick himself. Back when he traveled frequently for business, he claimer! he couldn’t stand being away from her and wanted to see her every second of the day, so he had bought them and set them up.
During that period, just to give him peace of mind and allow him to see her whenever he looked at his phone, she spent almost all her time in the living room, no matter what she was doing.
Whenever Frederick felt playful, he would intentionally tease her, dragging out the word ‘wife’ through the camera’s two-way audio.
It was a flirtatious game that always left her blushing furiously, followed by bright, happy laughter.
But what about now?
She was forced to watch with her own eyes as Frederick brought another woman into their home, overwriting and destroying the very proof of their past love, refusing to leave her even a single untainted memory p>
Once again, the memories of Frederick acted like a vicious blade, slashing Maeve until she was bleeding out internally.
It felt as though a massive, suffocating boulder had been dropped onto her chest, crushing the last remaining oxygen from her lungs and making it nearly impossible to breathe.
Maeve gasped for air repeatedly. Fighting against the dam of her breaking emotions, she screen-recorded and saved the footage.
At the very end of the clip, watching Zoe stand on her tiptoes to kiss Frederick was the final straw. A violent wave of nausea dtd overwhelmed her. She dropped her phone, sprinted to the bathroom and threw up until there was nothing left.
She heaved until the world spun and her vision went completely black, collapsing weakly onto the bathroom floor.
Slowly, she pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in them. Her long hair cascaded down, hiding her pale, haggard face and her uncontrollably trembling lips.
Disgusting.
It was absolutely disgusting.
*Ding-dong. Ding-dong p>
The sudden sound of the doorbell echoed through the apartment.
Who would be looking for her at this hour?
Though utterly confused, Maeve forced her weak body to stand. She walked over to the sink, splashed cold water on her face, and finally went to open the door.