Wife Used My House for Her Lover Chapter 2

The name Marcus Chen felt familiar. I felt like I’d seen it somewhere.

I searched Charlotte’s Messenger.

It was password-protected.

But I knew the password – her father’s birthday. Three years of marriage, she’d never changed it.

I didn’t tap into it immediately.

I first checked something else.

I opened Instagram, searched “Riverbend Towers renovation.”

The third post.

Account name: “Marcus’s Cozy Corner.”

The profile picture was a young man, perm-styled hair, slender face, fashionably dressed.

The most recent post was yesterday.

Title: “$50,000 to create my wife and my dream home renovation finally almost done!”

Nine photos were attached.

I scrolled through them, one by one.

Full house hardwood flooring.

Custom cabinetry.

Central air conditioning.

Smart toilet.

Sintered stone dining table.

The master bedroom had a floor-to-ceiling window.

I recognized that window.

Because it was my window.

When I bought the apartment, I chose this layout specifically for that window.

I screenshotted all nine photos.

Then scrolled through his previous posts.

Three months ago: “Day one of renovation, even the sound of demolition feels like happiness.”

Two months ago: “Cabinets arrived! The style my wife chose, I’m in love.”

A month ago: “Bathroom modified for wet and dry separation, that alone cost three thousand.”

Each post had comments below it.

“So happy! Your wife is so generous!”

“Fifty thousand dollar renovation, what a splurge!”

“Is this a new home? So spacious!”

He replied: “Yes, my wife bought it before we got married, never renovated it. Now it’s finally coming together.”

Wife bought it before marriage.

I smiled.

She told him the apartment was hers.

Interesting.

I scrolled further.

To the earliest post.

A year ago.

“Moved into our new home today! It’s still a blank canvas, but with my wife, it’s home.”

He had moved in a year ago.

And Charlotte had told me she’d “found new tenants.”

The tenant was him.

The rent?

That was the five hundred dollars she transferred him monthly.

She was using my apartment to keep her lover, and telling me I was collecting rent.

I screenshotted and saved all the posts.

Then I zoomed in on his profile picture.

Looking at that face.

I had indeed seen it before.

It took me ten seconds to recall where.

Three years ago.

The company’s annual gala.

Charlotte brought a fresh graduate to me: “Honey, this is my new colleague, Marcus. He wants to get promoted, could you mentor him?”

I treated him to two dinners.

Helped him revise his resume.

Recommended him to a department.

He called me “Mr. Liu.”

He said: “Mr. Liu, I’ll definitely repay you someday.”

Now he had repaid me.

With my apartment, he built his nest.

I locked my phone.

Closed my eyes.

No tears.

It wouldn’t help.

I opened my eyes, unlocked my phone again, and tapped into Charlotte’s Messenger.

I needed to know more.