Chapter 2

Elyana's POV

My desire to follow my husband grew stronger when the person I hired gave an update. I wanted to find out where they were going right in the instant. I wanted to be the one to startle them both. To see the fear in both of their eyes once, I suddenly appeared in front of them. Lucas has a lot to lose compared to me, and I won’t let him get away with this.

“Don’t lose sight of them. Follow them wherever they go,” I angrily ordered the investigator and ended the call. I will pay him threefold as long as he follows my husband and that woman. Money is worthless if my husband will just cheat on me like this.

After I gave the order, I left the room and went down the elegant stairs. A maid rushed to say that breakfast was ready.

“I will not eat, thank you,” I told her. I couldn’t hide my irritation that morning and that maid was the one who first witnessed it.

I went straight to the door and my driver quickly opened the car door for me. He always parks the car in front early so that I don’t have to wait for him to get it from the garage, which is far from my shameless husband’s mansion.

Seeing the driver made me realize I couldn’t drive alone. I don’t have a license because I lost it and I agreed with Lucas to hire a driver, but I’ve been doubting the driver ever since that day. I knew he kept on reporting where I was going and where I had been to my husband, and at that moment I had the plan to go to where Lucas was—I didn’t need his service.

When I got into the car, I pretended to forget something. “Oh my! I forgot my phone! Can you just take it for me? I think I left it in my room,” I asked him nicely.

“Sure, ma’am,” he answered and right after he got out of the car, I quickly moved to the driver’s seat from the back and drove the car away. I escaped him, and even if he told his boss that I ran away from him, he didn’t even know where I was going.

I was on the highway when the private investigator sent another message. Lucas and Diane were about to leave the coffee shop. He also gave me which road they were taking every few minutes and while I was driving, I read the message one by one to guide me to which road I’d be heading. I tried to guess where they were planning to go and I had a great feeling about where exactly.

“You cheated the wrong person, Lucas!” I screamed inside the car, gritting my teeth while my grip on the steering wheel tightened. I stepped on the accelerator. The car almost flew on the highway, but since I don’t have a license, I slowed down again right before I reached the spot where a speed meter was located.

My contact sent a message again, and I was right—at my resthouse. Yes, it was mine. I also designed the house. Lucas gave me that place as a gift on our first wedding anniversary and I couldn’t believe they had been using it.

“Shameless!” I shouted loudly inside the car. It was so hard to control the anger I was feeling.

When I got away from the place with the speed meter, I sped up again. I slowed down when I got close to the rest house so they wouldn’t be able to hear the car’s engine. I saw a car on the side of the road. The window on the side of the driver’s seat slowly opened. I slowed down.

A man popped his head out and said, “They’re inside.” It was the man I hired.

I parked near the resthouse and walked from there with only my cellular phone and courage.

Lucas’s favorite car and one of his favorites to use recently because the glasses were heavily tinted and with the purpose of not being able to see who’s inside. That’s why it’s a favorite. My husband is really smart.

I walked straight to the resthouse’s front door. Those cheaters left the door wide open. As I entered, I heard a loud bang coming from up the stairs. I followed the noise, accompanied by the soft moans of the shameless people. The weight of my legs seemed so heavy. My mind and heart were fighting. I had in mind what to expect and while climbing up the stairs; I tried to be prepared.

I saw the bedroom door slightly open. The moans were getting louder as I got nearer. The walls of the bedroom were wood, and it was being slammed and the bed was rattling. I pushed the door and saw the two. Lucas was above her. They seemed like hungry animals.

The sight tore my heart into pieces and those years of my marriage life with him shattered in front of my eyes as I watched them. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to show that I was weak in front of them. I wanted to cause havoc, pour gasoline on them, and burn them on that same bed, but that would only put me in jail.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, LUCAS?” I asked loudly. I purposely screamed as loudly as I could to let the anger subside that way.

They got interrupted by my arrival and my freaking husband, who was on top of Diane, flipped over after Diane pushed him away.

“W-What are you doing here, Elyana?” my shameless husband asked. He quickly pulled the blanket that was already on the floor to hide their nakedness.

“This is my house! Am I not allowed to come here whenever I want? If there’s anyone not allowed in here, that’s her!” I pointed my finger at Diane, who was already looking away to hide from me. “What are you two doing here, huh?! For how long have you been cheating on me? A month? A year? Years? TELL ME!” I couldn’t stop any longer. I exploded. My tears were flowing down my cheeks.

Lucas couldn’t answer my questions. It was obvious from his face that he didn’t expect my arrival and, since he didn’t seem to have any intention of answering, I quickly picked up their clothes that were right on my feet and thought of throwing them outside.

“W-What are you doing?” he asked when he saw what I was doing.

Obviously, I was cleaning up the mess. I quickly stepped closer to the window and threw on the clothes I had picked up. There was a river on that side and their clothes fell right into the water. I knew it was childish, but they deserved it. There were neighboring houses around and they could see them walking naked.

Lucas was about to approach me. It doesn’t matter if I see him naked and his weapon that I thought I was the only one who owned was exposed.

“I don’t want him to get near,” I thought. I looked around and saw a glass of wine on the top of a dresser and, even though my vision was blurry from tears, I quickly picked it up and slammed it on the dresser to break it and pointed the broken glass at him.

“Don’t go near me, Lucas! I won’t think twice about pinning this glass on your freaking skin!” Threatening him, he immediately moved backward. I kept the broken glass pointed at him and walked towards the door. I was shaking in anger. I couldn’t believe what I saw that day, and before I walked out the bedroom door, I glared at Diane.

“Slut—” I murmured. Not that loud, but surely enough for her to hear. I left the place. Never looked back.

I went straight home with tears in my eyes. Fortunately, I got home safe and sound despite my state of mind. I met the driver at the front door. He tried blocking my way, but after he saw what I looked like, he moved aside. I ran to our room and picked up all the important things, a few pieces of clothes, and put them inside a bag.

I took the car again and drove as far as I could and, from there, I took a cab, and I checked in at the hotel. I paid in cash, so he wouldn’t trace where I was. He would if I used any of my cards.

That same day, I called my lawyer to help me with filing a divorce as soon as possible. I sent him a copy of the evidence to prove my husband’s infidelity. The agent sent more pictures taken at the rest house that he took after I left. I paid him more than enough for him to live a luxurious life for months. I called my parents to tell them the news. They were both mad at Lucas and throughout that phone call; I was crying. My parents instantly flew from Turkey to England just to be with me. They arrived early the next morning and in the VIP room where I checked in, the three of us slept together.

I felt like a little girl again at that moment. They just let me cry and cry until I get tired. My mommy accompanies my crying, while dad stays quiet, but deep into his eyes, I know how much he was hurting for me.