"Hey, Landon, what's going on with you today?"
"Yeah, pretending to be poor these past few years has been stifling."
Everyone there was a top dog in the city's leading companies. For three years, I'd asked them to play along with my act of being poor, never revealing my true identity.
"Wendy's trying out a new kind of affair."
The moment I said it, my friends gasped, and their expressions grew severe.
I passed the video around for them to see. I knew I could trust these men. They wouldn't gossip behind my back over this.
"So, what are you planning to do?"
"I've already got people following her. I'll wait until I catch them together, then I'll deal with it."
My friends patted me on the back.
"Let us know if you need anything."
The next day, I received an email from the private investigator. The photos, videos, even surveillance footage, they had it all.
I'd considered every possibility, but the reality was even worse than I had imagined.
The man in question was Wendy's student, Aron.
I remembered this tall, skinny student. He'd come to our house a few times because of some paper he was writing. I even invited him to stay for dinner.