Emily looked at the apartment across the street in a daze. It took a while for him to react. He quickly took his phone and called Franklin.
"Hey, where are you?" Emily asked, looking ahead in a daze.
"At home, what's the matter?" Franklin said indifferently.
Emily sneered, tears falling down, and asked in a choked voice, "Which home is it?"
"Well, I have something to do here. Let's talk about it later!" Franklin said, then hung up.
Emily held his cell phone and listened to Bryce's beeping inside, his heart chilled.
Bending down, he picked up the binoculars and pointed them at the opposite apartment.
The man had already stood up, and the woman quickly stood up and threw herself at him. The man hugged the woman tightly and held her in his arms. The two of them hugged and kissed each other, then moved towards the door. Soon, they could not see because the curtains were blocking them.
After a while, the man left.
Ten minutes later, the door opened and Emily put down the binoculars and turned around.
"Why are you there?" Franklin came in and looked at her with a slight frown.
Emily sneered and said, "I just saw a play, and I found it very interesting. I unknowingly watched it for a long time."
"What play?" Franklin walked over.
Emily handed him the binoculars, and Franklin frowned, "Do you have a habit of peeping?"
"You can tell by looking at the other side," Emily said.
Franklin lifted the binoculars according to her words, only to see that the leaves were drawing the curtains.
Franklin: ..."
"Michelle actually lives across the street. Don't tell me you have a habit of peeping at her." Franklin put down his binoculars and said in silence.
Emily looked at him sadly and said with a sneer, "Franklin, I really didn't expect you to be a good liar. How did you lie without changing your face and pretending not to know anything? Since you know I just saw it, did you really think I was stupid?"
"Emily, I don't understand what you're saying," Franklin said with a frown.
"Don't you understand?" Emily pointed to the opposite apartment and said, "Ten minutes ago, I clearly saw you hugging Michelle there, but now I don't know what I'm talking about. Franklin, I didn't expect you to be such a shameless liar."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know how Michelle could cuddle with her when she lives opposite. Besides, how could I cuddle with her? She's Avery's sister." Franklin could not help but get angry at her slander and retorted loudly.
But his rebuttal was a quibble in Emily's eyes, and it was a quibble that didn't die without tears.
"No wonder you refused to meet Michelle in front of me with a righteous look on your face. It turns out that you have already... Franklin, you can really do it, but I, Emily, am not lowly. Even if you are Franklin, you can't be two-timing me. Let's divorce! I don't want to continue living with people like you who are full of lies." Emily shouted angrily, then turned around and left.
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