Zane
As I walked inside, I saw a woman with long, silky black hair sitting at a table, sipping her coffee.
I approached her and stood in front of the table. The moment she noticed me, she lifted her gaze.
"Are you Zane? The one who called me to talk about my husband?" she asked.
I smiled, pulled out the chair, and sat down across from her. "Yes, I'm the one who called you. Actually… do you know your husband is cheating on you?"
Her eyes widened in shock. The disbelief on her face said it all, she had no idea.
"Then I should tell you," I continued, "your husband is having an affair with a man who's only twenty-five, much younger than him."
She covered her mouth, stunned. What shocked her even more was the fact that her husband's lover was a man.
"It can't be true. This is not true," she muttered to herself, shaking her head as if denying the reality.
Good thing I had proof. I took out my phone, opened the photos of her husband and Arin, and showed them to her.
