Her Husband's Secret Affair novel Chapter 45

Brenda sat impatiently in the waiting room, her gaze flicking between the clock on the wall and the door.

She had been waiting for hours, her fingers nervously tapping against the armrest of the chair.

Adam had told her he would be back soon, but the minutes dragged by like hours, and her patience was wearing thin.

“Where the hell is he?” she muttered under her breath. She stood up, pacing back and forth in the small room. Her mind was racing, her thoughts a jumbled mess of frustration, jealousy, and fear.

Sophie’s reappearance had thrown everything off course. Brenda couldn’t let that woman take Adam away from her. Not now. Not after everything she had done to secure him.

Her eyes wandered around the room, searching for something to distract her. It was then that she spotted a small pile of items on the dresser.

Curiosity piqued, she walked over and began rummaging through Sophie’s things. She had no right, she knew, but it felt necessary.

As she sifted through the clothes, the jewelry, and the scattered papers, her fingers brushed against something hard. She pulled it out. A photo frame.

Brenda frowned as she stared at the picture inside. It was of Sophie, Alex, Adam, and another girl. The four of them were smiling together, looking carefree, happy even. The other girl, the one who wasn’t Sophie, had a striking resemblance to someone Brenda knew. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to place the face.

“How do they all know each other?” she muttered, staring at the picture with growing suspicion.

She couldn’t understand it.

The more Brenda thought about it, the more unsettled she became. She tossed the photo aside, shaking her head in frustration. She had no time for this.

But as she turned to leave, something caught her eye from across the room.

A small, inconspicuous object sitting on the dresser—something that she hadn’t noticed there before. She walked toward it, curiosity now overriding her irritation. It was a camera.

She picked it up, her fingers brushing over its sleek surface. It was small, unassuming, and clearly not Sophie’s. Brenda’s brow furrowed as she turned the camera on, wondering why it was there.

The screen flickered to life, and Brenda immediately pressed play. The first video that came on startled her.