Evelyn Laurent placed the pregnancy test in the drawer. It was the third failed attempt at conceiving. Her phone buzzed with a new message. A photo popped up in Alexander Winston's chat window, sent by someone labeled "Victoria Evans." "Mr. Winston, the new nightgown feels a bit tight. Could you check if it fits?" The woman in the photo wore a deep red dress with a plunging neckline, her porcelain skin glowing under the light. Evelyn's fingers froze mid-air. She scrolled up. The previous messages were all strictly work-related. A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. Alexander embraced her from behind, his damp hair brushing against her neck, his body warm from the shower. "Miss me, sweetheart?" His lips grazed her earlobe, his breath hot. Evelyn held up the phone. "Explain this." Alexander glanced at the screen. His face darkened instantly. He dialed a number, his voice icy. "Victoria, you're fired." A panicked voice protested on the other end. "Mr. Winston, I sent it to the wrong person—" "HR will handle your termination tomorrow." After hanging up, he kissed her forehead. "Don't waste your anger on trash." Evelyn pushed him away. "I'm tired." At 3 AM, rain lashed against the windows. Evelyn reached for the empty space beside her. The sheets were cold. The study was deserted. Her phone vibrated. A stranger's friend request appeared: "Your husband is with me." A second message followed: "He came to comfort me during the storm." Her fingers trembled over the screen. She tapped the shared location, grabbed her keys, and ran into the storm. The villa's front door was ajar. Clothes were strewn from the foyer to the bedroom. The red nightgown lay torn in half at the bedroom doorway. On the bed, Alexander and the woman were entangled. His profile was unmistakable in the dim light. Evelyn knocked over a vase as she turned to leave. The shattering sound startled the couple. Alexander looked up. His face drained of color. "Evelyn—" She was already gone. At the bar, Scotch burned down her throat, glass after glass. Sophia Langley arrived to find Evelyn draped over a male escort. "Everyone out!" When the room cleared, Sophia snatched the glass away. "What happened?" Evelyn's tears hit the empty tumbler. "Eight years... and it meant nothing."