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?"