"Is it the classic scene where the wife catches the mistress and the husband scolds his wife while heroically protecting the mistress?" I continued.
She remained silent, eyes wide with surprise. I leaned back in my chair and spoke softly. I said again, "Javier is a meticulous man. There's no way he'd leave the dashcam on. You turned it on, didn't you?"
"Was Javier's mood bad today? Because I'm upset, he gave you the cold shoulder too, didn't he? You're smart. You must've guessed that I saw the footage, so you arranged this meeting to stage a little drama, right?" As soon as I finished speaking, Danielle's face turned pale.
She hesitated, then finally spoke, her eyes red with tears, "Yes, it was me! Why should you get all of Mr. Lloyd's love? What's the difference between us? I'm even younger than you, aren't I? You're just a housewife, with no job or career. What makes you worthy of Mr. Lloyd's love?"
I said nothing, simply watching her with indifferent eyes. The sound of familiar footsteps approached.
Danielle's lips curled into a victorious smile as she glanced at the steaming cup of water on the table. Her intentions were clear.