The woman everyone praised as “the perfect wife,” gentle and restrained with me, distant with outsiders—had given all her unrestrained passion and love to another man.
A sharp pain tore through my chest, as if someone had ripped it wide open.
The next photo was a receipt—for that very tie clip.
Hexington, twelve thousand dollars.
Beneath it, in small print, it said: complimentary gift—a tie.
I covered my mouth in disbelief as tears spilled uncontrollably down my face.
It was the very tie Sophia had given me today.
I put the phone down, my chest crushed as if by a sledgehammer, leaving me gasping for breath.
I couldn’t sleep all night, my mind replaying every memory.
Daniel had always loved onions and ginger since he was a kid—he even piled them into stir-fries and soups.
More importantly, his father had died because of his mother’s affair. Daniel despised mistresses more than anyone; he would never become what he hated most.
As for Michael, I remembered him at a company dinner, happily eating dishes loaded with onions and ginger, even remarking, “It brings out the flavor.” That ruled him out too.
That left Jason.
His tastes, I didn’t know at all.
My heart grew colder, and I made a decision.