For the rest of the flight, Victor didn’t return to Mia’s seat.

She sat rigidly by the window.

He stood twice and looked back at me.

I ignored him both times.

The moment we landed in Guangzhou, my phone rang.

Victor.

I declined it.

Again.

Declined.

Then a message appeared.

“Clara, wait for me. You misunderstood what you saw.”

I almost laughed.

Apparently, a woman sleeping on my husband’s lap while he accepted a blanket for his “wife” required interpretation.

I collected my suitcase and walked toward the exit.

Victor caught me near baggage claim.

—Clara.

He grabbed my arm.

I pulled away.

—Don’t touch me, brother.

His face darkened.

—Stop calling me that.

—Why? You didn’t seem interested in being my husband on the plane.

Mia stood several meters behind him, looking miserable.

—Mrs. Zheng, please don’t misunderstand. I felt dizzy during the flight. Mr. Zheng was only helping me.

I looked at her.

—Does dizziness usually require sleeping on your boss’s lap?

Her face reddened.

Victor immediately stepped between us.

—Enough. Don’t embarrass her.

There it was.

Even now, his first instinct was to protect her.

Something inside me became completely calm.

—Fine.

I picked up my suitcase.

—Then take care of her.

Victor frowned.

—Where are you going?

—To work. That’s why I came to Guangzhou.

I walked away.

That evening, I finished the supplier meeting, returned to my hotel and opened my laptop.

I didn’t check Victor’s messages.

Instead, I downloaded five years of our financial records.

The apartment was purchased before our marriage and registered under my name.

The car was mine.

Our joint account contained mostly my bonuses because Victor had gradually begun keeping his income elsewhere.

I printed everything.

Then I contacted a lawyer.

When I returned home the next evening, Victor was already waiting.

Mia was there too.

Sitting on my sofa.

Drinking tea from my cup.

I stopped at the door.

Victor stood.

—We need to clear this up.

I looked at Mia.

—Why is your secretary in my house?

Mia immediately stood.

—I came to apologize.

—Apology accepted. Leave.

She looked at Victor.

Not me.

Victor sighed.

—Clara, don’t behave like this.

I stared at him.

—Like what?

—Jealous. Aggressive. Immature.

I nodded slowly.

Then I took an envelope from my bag and placed it on the table.

—You’re right. Let’s handle this maturely.

Victor frowned and opened it.

His expression changed.

Divorce agreement.

—What is this?

—Something adults sign when their marriage is over.

Mia’s eyes widened.

Victor threw the papers onto the table.

—You’re divorcing me because she fell asleep on me?

—No.

I looked at him.

—I’m divorcing you because when a stranger called another woman your wife, you said yes.

He went silent.

I continued.

—And when your actual wife confronted you, you protected your secretary from embarrassment.

Victor’s jaw tightened.

—Nothing happened between Mia and me.

—Good.

I smiled.

—Then the divorce should be very simple.

For the first time, panic appeared in his eyes.

—Clara, don’t make decisions while you’re emotional.

—I made this decision after reviewing five years of bank statements.

That sentence changed his expression.

I noticed.

A tiny hesitation.

But it was there.

I slowly looked at him.

—Why are you nervous?

—I’m not.

Mia suddenly picked up her handbag.

—Mr. Zheng, perhaps I should leave.

Victor nodded too quickly.

That made me suspicious.

After they left, I reopened the financial documents.

This time I wasn’t looking at our marriage.

I was looking at Victor’s money.

And then I found it.

For eleven months, he had transferred the same amount every month to a consulting company I’d never heard of.

I searched the company registration.

The legal representative was Mia Sun’s mother.

My hands went cold.

The next morning, my lawyer obtained more records.

Hotel payments.

Jewelry purchases.

An apartment deposit.

All paid through that company.

But the biggest surprise wasn’t the money.

It was the apartment.

Victor had paid almost half its price.

The remaining half had been paid by someone else.

I stared at the second name on the purchase agreement.

I knew it.

Everyone in my company knew it.

That afternoon, my boss called me into his office.

He closed the door.

—Clara, before you confront your husband, there’s something you need to know.

He placed another document in front of me.

—Victor’s company has been secretly negotiating the Guangzhou contract for six months.

I frowned.

That was impossible.

The Guangzhou supplier was negotiating exclusively with my company.

Then I saw the attached emails.

Mia had been forwarding confidential information from my work account to Victor.

My stomach dropped.

—How did she get access?

My boss looked uncomfortable.

—That’s what we were hoping you could explain.

Suddenly, everything changed.

This wasn’t only an affair.

Someone had used my marriage to steal company information.

And Victor had access to my home computer.

I returned to the apartment that evening.

Victor was waiting outside.

This time, there were no excuses in his expression.

Only urgency.

—Clara, we need to talk before you do something you’ll regret.

I unlocked the door.

—About Mia?

He shook his head.

—About Guangzhou.

I stopped.

Victor stared at me.

Then he said quietly:

—You weren’t supposed to be on that flight.

A chill ran through me.

—What does that mean?

He stepped closer.

—Your company wasn’t supposed to send you.

I slowly tightened my hand around the door handle.

—How did you know who they were supposed to send?

Victor realized his mistake.

Too late.

Then my phone vibrated.

A message from my boss.

“Clara, don’t let Victor into your apartment. IT recovered the deleted login records.”

A second message arrived.

“The person who accessed your company account wasn’t Mia.”

I looked up at my husband.

Then the final message appeared.

“It was Victor.”