My Husband Chooses to Save His Lover's Daughter Instead

Chapter 1

It all started with sticky droplets and golden curls in my Porsche, proof my husband was living a double life. The fruity scent I never used... I called Miguel. "Did you spray some air freshener in the Porsche? It smells like fruit in here," I asked. There was a pause on the other end before Miguel replied, sounding almost too casual. "Oh, remember that class reunion I went to? One of my buddies drank too much and threw up in the car. Didn't want you to get upset, so I sprayed some perfume to cover it up."

I owned several luxury cars, all purchased with my own money before Miguel and I even married. Since then, he hadn't bought a single one for himself. If he needed one, he'd borrow mine. This week, I needed the Porsche for business, so I specifically told him to stay away. I even had it professionally cleaned. And yet, here it was, dirty after just one trip.

I stared at the streaks on the window, frustration boiling over. I'd met all of Miguel's friends, and none of them had hair like that. At their age, they were balding or wore wigs. But that blonde curly hair? That wasn't one of his "buddies."

Miguel was the head of pediatrics at a private hospital. He worked crazy hours. He didn't have time for an affair. He always said, "Time is life. Waste a minute, and one more patient loses hope." Plus, our daughter was at the same hospital. I visited her constantly, bringing her supplies and checking in. When Miguel wasn't at work, he was with her, watching cartoons. A man who devoted that much time to his family and his job couldn't possibly be running around with someone else, right?

Still, I couldn't ignore the golden hairs on the cloth. My curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to check the car's dash cam footage. But when I went to pull it up, I saw that the footage from the past few days had been erased. My stomach dropped. Covering tracks, I thought.

Then I remembered the camcorder I'd taken to an exhibition recently. It was still in the car, probably left on by accident. I powered it up, plugged it in to charge, and checked the footage. Luckily, the recording was still there.

I skipped ahead to the day Miguel had driven the car. It didn't take long for two figures to appear on screen: Miguel and some guy I didn't recognize. I felt a little better, thinking maybe I was overreacting. But just as I was about to start the engine, I heard Miguel's voice.

"We're doctors, not lawyers, but I thought I'd ask you. I remember you handled a tough divorce case, right?" Miguel cleared his throat. "Hypothetically, if the wife isn't at fault, is there a way for her to walk away with nothing after the divorce?"

"I'm just asking casually, don't read into it. A friend of mine is dealing with some marital issues," he added quickly.

The guy in the passenger seat burst out laughing. "Classic. 'Asking for a friend?' Come on, man, you're acting suspicious."

Miguel's voice lowered, almost sheepish. "We're close, right? Just tell me the truth. You're cheating and want a divorce, but you don't want to lose all your money, right?"

The guy grinned, leaning back in the seat. "Right, right. Classic move. But wait, wasn't you the one who chased after Sherry in the first place? Now you're done with her?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, isn't this car hers too? I mean, it's in perfect condition. Sometimes, love isn't even the point. We're all adults here, right? You get me, don't you?"

The man's smirk was enough to send a chill down my spine.