Chapter 2

2 Woke up to noises in the kitchen.

When we were starting the company, I had a lot of health problems because of stress.

Back then, we couldn't afford doctors, so I tried to eat right.

That's how Mark started cooking for me.

He still does it.

I would sit on the couch, pretending to be helpless.

"Don't you think this is beneath you?"

He'd laugh, mocking my voice, "Nothing is beneath me if it's for you."

But now, I felt sick.

He put the plates out, then grabbed his car keys.

I glanced at the clock. "Going to the office this early?"

He froze, avoiding my eyes. "Yeah, big meeting today."

I nodded, watching him rush out. My smile vanished.

Sure enough, two minutes later, another anonymous text.

"Guess what position Mark's in this morning? Follow him and find out."

I don't know why, but I followed him.

He didn't go to the office. He drove to Disneyland.

I tried to go in, but security stopped me.

"Sorry, ma'am, we're closed today."

I pointed to the car that just went in. "I just saw a car go in."

"Yeah, they rented out the whole park."

I waited at the gate for 40 minutes, but Mark's car didn't come out.

Then, another anonymous text.

A video.

It was shaky, like someone was secretly filming. All I could hear was heavy breathing.

My stomach turned. I almost threw up.

I laughed, to myself.

Mark and I always talked about going to Disneyland.

But he said I was too old for that.

So I stopped bringing it up.

And now he'd rented the whole damn park to have an affair.

It was pathetic.

I had an idea and looked up the new intern, Amy Carter, on social media.

She posted something recently.

"Meeting up early. He said he missed me all night and couldn't wait, OMG!"

So it was her.

Two and a half hours later, Mark finally came home.

He saw the food untouched and looked worried. "Not hungry?"

"You gotta take care of yourself. Eat this, even if you don't like it."

I forced a smile. "I'm sick of it."

"Still gotta eat it. You need to get better."

I didn't say anything. I just told him I wasn't going to work that day.

Mark noticed something was wrong. He frowned. "Hey, what's up? Am I in trouble? I've been working late. Are you mad?"

Knowing he was just with some other woman made me want to puke.

I choked out, "No, I'm not a little girl. I'm not jealous."

When he left for a meeting that afternoon, I opened his laptop.

The password was my birthday. He was always logged into his social media.

The latest message was from Amy.

The messages were short.

Amy: ?

Mark: OK.

It wasn't the way a CEO talks to an intern.

He was hiding something.

Using Mark's account, I couldn't see Amy's posts.

She must have blocked me.

I scrolled through her page.

She never mentioned Mark by name, but sometimes she posted pictures of things that would give it away.

His shoes, his cufflinks, his wedding ring.

I should have noticed Amy sooner.

She was pretty, and she had the same energy I had when I was younger.

She got promoted to the executive office pretty fast.

But I trusted Mark.

I guess my trust made it easier for him to cheat.