I took a taxi to the hotel and pushed open the door of the room only to find Eric lying on the bed shirtless, his neck covered in love bites.
Ava feigned innocence and said, "Ms. Donavan, Mr. Marshall was drunk last night, and he mistook me for you... It's all my fault, I don't blame him."
Anger surged through me, and I raised my hand and slapped her.
However, Eric rushed over and shielded her behind him.
"Seraphina, what are you doing?
What happened last night was an accident. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Why did you hit Ava? She's just a secretary!"
But he didn't see it at all.
The young secretary, protected by him, was covering her face and secretly looking up at me with a provocative smile.
I shook my head, trying to clear these messy memories from my mind.
I continued to focus on examining the evidence organized on my laptop.
Over the past two years, I gathered screenshots of all the expenses Eric had incurred for Ava, including luxury handbags, clothes, and skincare products.
I had also wondered why he didn't carry on his relationship with Ava behind my back.
Instead, he openly spent money on her without fear of me discovering it.