The Smart Mattress Caught My Cheating Husband Chapter 2

The silence stretched for a long, heavy moment. Finally, I managed to ask Dominic, “Did you watch TV?”

“No, honey. You must have hit the remote by accident.”

That light, dismissive response pulled the knot in my heart dangerously tight.

Twenty episodes of a syndicated sitcom meant that the stranger had been in my house for at least ten hours.

Why was Dominic lying to me?

And how could anyone stay for ten hours without showing up in any of the security footage? Was I going crazy? Was it a ghost?

I couldn’t stand the uncertainty for another minute. I rushed to the property office and demanded the head of security pull up the external hallway footage.

Sitting in front of the monitors, I watched frame by painful frame. Still nothing. No one entered our unit.

Was this some horror movie scenario where the person had always been hiding inside? I went back another month in the recordings, watching until my eyes were burning red, but there was no anomaly.

I stumbled back to the house, exhausted and defeated. Dom was standing there, holding a massive bouquet of long-stemmed roses.

“Happy Anniversary, my beautiful love. The only woman I will ever adore.”

I froze. In all the chaos, I had completely forgotten our anniversary.

He then mysteriously pulled a key fob out of the flowers and pressed it into my palm.

“It’s a brand-new Lamborghini Huracán—custom Vivid Violet paint. I reserved it three months ago.” His eyes were glistening. “No matter what storms come, I will always be right here, next to you.”

His words, so tender and devoted, made my eyes sting. Leaning against his warm chest, I was overwhelmed by self-reproach. My husband clearly loved me, treasured me, and here I was, doubting him and chasing shadows. I was the one who owed him an apology.

The Two and a Half Men binge was likely just a bizarre error, maybe the remote was jammed in the sofa cushions and the TV kept playing in the background while I was asleep.

“Go on, love. I’ve hidden a little surprise inside. Take it for a test drive.”

A faint, cloying scent—not Dom’s usual cologne—filled the car.

Then, the car’s navigation system came to life, and Dom’s magnetic, warm voice filled the cabin. “Hello, Baby Doll, remember to buckle up. No matter the road ahead, your husband will always be with you.” His tone was so intimate and thoughtful that my eyes welled up again.

“Navigate to The Plaza.” I hadn’t bought Dominic a gift for our anniversary, so I immediately decided to buy him an expensive watch.

“Affirmative, Baby Doll. I’ll be your co-pilot all the way.”

“Heads up, coming up on The Maxwell Manor Steakhouse, the site of our very first date.”

Dominic’s voice continued, but I froze, gripping the steering wheel.

I hate steak.

And our first date was definitely not at The Maxwell Manor Steakhouse. It was a tiny, obscure jazz club downtown.

Also, Dominic had never called me “Baby Doll.” Never.

Was the system glitching again?

“When was the last time this vehicle was driven?” I asked the navigation system.

“Baby Doll, the last trip was two days ago. Destination: The Galleria.”

I immediately started tearing the car apart.

Sure enough. Deep in the seam of the back seat, I found a pair of worn, torn stockings. They were stained.

In the small, hidden compartment of the console were a handful of ultra-thin condoms and, underneath them, a bottle of lubricant and a small, electronic toy.