Betrayal on Wheels: A Mother's Decision

At that moment, Liam stopped throwing a fit. He shot me a warning glare before going into the study.

With red and swollen eyes, I packed some clothes, planning to send Emily over to my parents' house.

Liam noticed this before we left. He disdainfully glanced at the suitcase in my hand and sneered. "How many days this time? Aren't you tired of the hassle of running back and forth like this? You're already married—I feel bad that Alicia has such an immature sister-in-law like you!"

I didn't want to argue with him in front of Emily, so I gripped her hand tightly and walked out without looking back.

Behind us, Liam scoffed. "Perfect. It saves me the time and effort to check in with you. I don't even know where you learned such nonsense from…"

…

The cycling group chat was unusually active that night. They were all anticipating tomorrow's event.

Someone tagged Liam, asking, "How come you're free today, Sir Johnson? Didn't your wife nag you?"

He was in a good mood and responded quickly, "That's something you all need to learn from me. Just pick an excuse to start an argument, and that stupid woman would run off to her parents' house with our daughter—just like always.

"I chose a perfect reason this time—there's no way that plain ol' housewife can complain about it!"

I sighed bitterly when I saw the words "plain ol' housewife". I never knew it only took several years for someone to go from being cherished to being discarded.

At that moment, Sweet Kitten comforted Liam, "Great minds think alike, Mr. Johnson. My husband brought my son over to his grandma's place. I simply made a huge fuss about something my mother-in-law did a few years back and refused to go along."

Someone started teasing them. "What are you trying to say? Are you openly telling each other that you're free now?"

They no longer replied, but everyone knew that they must have switched to private chat.

I quietly took a screenshot before turning on the home surveillance feed, as if I were a cat quietly waiting for a rat to step into a trap.

As expected, Liam happily stepped out of the house half an hour later. He returned five minutes later, hugging a woman as they entered the house.

A wave of nausea washed over me. They were even doing it right in our house now.

The two of them were all over each other the moment they stepped indoors, groping each other as they stripped off each other's clothes in seconds. A shirt, then an underwear—their trail led into the master bedroom.

I bit down on my lip so hard it started bleeding. Only then did I manage to suppress the urge to catch them red-handed on the spot.

After saving the video, I forwarded the screenshot to Gina. "Cancel everything tomorrow, Gina. I've got an exclusive piece for you."

After all, catching a rat was never a cat's real prize.