But her tone suddenly dropped, like falling from the clouds into an ice cellar.
"But… two months ago."
Her voice suddenly lowered, carrying suppressed pain.
"I went through his phone."
The air seemed to freeze instantly.
She bit her lip, her nails digging deeply into her palm.
"Hotel records... one by one, clear as day. The same woman, the same hotel, for three consecutive months, always checking in late at night and leaving the next morning."
She lifted her tearful eyes, her voice trembling.
"I snapped the screenshots in his face and confronted him, saying I wanted a divorce."
"But he just laughed."
Sarah Adler closed her eyes.
"He stood up, straightened his cuffs, and nonchalantly said, 'If you dare to leave, debt collectors will come knocking. Your company's loans, credit card overdrafts, mortgage loans—all debts under your name now exceed fifty million.'"
Vivian Sinclair's brows slowly furrowed, her fingertips pausing on the table.
