"I knew you'd be here!"
"Julian didn't come home all night, and your car was still parked outside the Firebrand Grill. I figured you two cheating scumbags came here, and look at that... I was right!"
Sylvia's face twisted into a grotesque mix of rage and triumphant arrogance.
She hadn't slept a wink. She had used every trick in the book, ready to turn the city upside down just to find out where Julian had gone.
Ever since Yardley dropped that bombshell the night before, accusing Julian and Scarlett of having an affair, everything finally clicked.
All the doubts and questions she'd harbored about Julian for years suddenly surged forward like a broken dam, merging into one undeniable conclusion.
No wonder Julian had been so obsessed with work for the last five years. He was probably locking himself in his home office day and night just to chat with Scarlett.
No wonder he was always so cold to her. His heart had always belonged to someone else.
Sylvia had tossed and turned all night, consumed by a tsunami of fury.
Through sheer desperation, she had managed to track Julian's phone location to this old house in the old quarter.
She knew this place.
Back when they were newlyweds, right before moving abroad, Julian had brought her here to visit his grandmother.
Why would Julian randomly go to his grandmother's house alone, especially when she was currently out of town?
Sylvia's hyperactive imagination quickly supplied the answer: This had to be their secret love nest.
Think about it. If Julian and Scarlett had been carrying on an emotional affair all this time, and Julian had been denying Sylvia her marital rights for years...


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