He Thought I’d Cry I Broadcast Their Affair novel Chapter 40

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Damn it! Dorian really was cheating!

Both photos were blurry, probably taken by accident.

Spending my money to buy phones for his little slut, and now making me use her sloppy seconds!

Dorian, you’ve really outdone yourself!

From college sweethearts to wedding bells–all these years together, and I had no idea when he’d even started cheating!

All this time, I’d been terrified of shortchanging him, working my ass off building my career.

I spent two–thirds of every year traveling for business, never imagining that my head was already crowned with the greenest of horns.

I shut the door, pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and took a hard swig, telling myself to stay calm.

Dorian stormed in, clearly irritated.

“Victoria Sterling, have you been drinking in the house again?”

I capped the bottle and stood to open the window. I was going to catch this bitch red–handed today!

But I still couldn’t figure out how the two of them had managed to avoid the smart lock.

I googled potential vulnerabilities in this lock model, but found nothing.

Turning back, I began massaging Dorian’s shoulders.

“Work stress has been overwhelming lately. I couldn’t help having a drink, but I’ll stop now.”

Dorian huffed petulantly and walked away.

I used to love that aloof act of his–like a ruffled little kitten.

Who knew he was actually a complete scumbag!

I went to the bedroom alone and searched through Dorian’s nightstand.

After carefully counting the condoms, I discovered two boxes were missing!

Deep in the drawer, there was now a bottle of lubricant that hadn’t been there before!

They were really getting creative!

That night, when Dorian’s hand crept toward my chest, I smoothly dodged it.

“The company’s project review has been keeping me swamped. Let’s get some sleep–I have to work early tomorrow!”

Dorian seemed annoyed but turned away with a cold huff.

The next day, I went to work as usual, constantly monitoring the router management app on my phone, waiting for that person to return to my

house.

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Shortly after I arrived at the office, that iPhone 16 Plus appeared again.

Perfect! She’d calculated exactly when I’d reach the office, timing her visit for when I’d be away from home!

I told my subordinate Emma Watson, “I need to step out for a family emergency. Call me if anything urgent comes up at the company!”

Emma nodded. “Got it, Victoria!”

I floored the accelerator until it nearly smoked, driving so fast I practically took flight.

What was normally a 15–minute drive, I compressed into 5 minutes.

I parked and immediately rushed upstairs.

When I got home, Dorian was wearing an apron and cooking.

Whenever he wasn’t traveling for exhibitions, he always cooked at home.

He looked surprised to see me.

“How come you’re back? Did you forget something?”

I ignored him, charging into the bedroom and guest room, searching frantically.

I turned everything upside down–curtains, under the beds, even checked outside the windows.

But aside from Dorian, there was no one else in the house.

“Where is she? That pale little whore?!”

Dorian followed me into the bedroom.

“What whore? What’s gotten into you?”

I took a deep breath.

This was infuriating–where the hell was she hiding?

Dorian looked utterly wounded. “Victoria Sterling! What exactly are you trying to do?”

I couldn’t keep up the charade anymore and shot him an icy glare.

But he maintained that gentle expression, carefully arranging the dishes he’d prepared on the table.

“Are things at the company really that stressful? Look how upset you are!”

“Since you’re home anyway, let’s eat together. I even made braised pork!”

I responded with a flat “Mm–hmm. Too much work stuff going on. I’ll skip the meal.”

This food wasn’t meant for me at all!

Dorian was extremely strict about his physique. When I wasn’t home, he basically only ate diet meals.

The braised pork was definitely prepared for someone else!

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I turned and headed to the property management office.

“Help me check–who visited my apartment today?”

This time it was Fiona Sharp, the guard with the fangs, who nodded in agreement.

But after reviewing the surveillance footage twice, the elevator area only showed me leaving and returning–no trace of anyone else!

Was Dorian’s little mistress actually a ghost?!