Alex's efficiency was astonishing; in less than half an hour, I received a message.
He sent a link along with a comment: [Performance of the year by the best actor, with such a complete chain of evidence that I feel bad charging you full price. Enjoy.]
I clicked it open; it was Leonel's social media account, set to public.
The latest post was a close-up of a wrist wearing that oh-so-familiar bracelet, captioned: [Sunshine coming your way, Ms. S.]
My "Sunshine" nickname, my bracelet, have now become another man's trophies.
I scrolled down expressionlessly.
A photo's background was our home study. Leonel held his face, smiling innocently, with the rare architectural books I brought back from Italy behind him. Caption: [Soaking up knowledge in Ms. S's study, I feel like I'm getting smarter too!]
In one photo, he held a pen sketching on a blueprint—that was the limited-edition pen I gave Elsie for her 30th birthday. Caption: [The pen Ms. S gave me is amazing. She said my hand deserves the best pen.]
Another photo was taken at the private kitchen we often visited, featuring my favorite dishes. Caption: [At Ms. S's secret spot, she said I'm the only harbor where she can completely relax.]
Every photo, every word, felt like a precise scalpel, cutting into the softest parts of my memories.
Until I came across the post updated three days ago.
In the photo, Leonel held a printed design blueprint, smiling boldly and proudly.
Caption: [Ms. S stayed up late helping me revise the design. She said I'm the most talented designer she's ever met and will definitely win the Summit Center project. Go for it!]
Summit Center is the project Dream Builder poured its heart into and prepared for six months, marking the most important milestone in my career.
I suddenly jumped up from the sofa, grabbed my car keys, and rushed out the door.
The company was empty late at night. I unlocked the door with my fingerprint and headed straight to Elsie's office.
Her computer screen was still lit with a screensaver—it was a photo from our wedding day, where she smiled gently and tenderly.
I just felt a wave of nausea.
I tapped on the keyboard, the screen lit up, and a password input box popped up. I tried my birthday—wrong. Tried our wedding anniversary—still wrong.
I let out a cold laugh and entered Leonel's birthday.
The password was correct.
The desktop was clean and tidy, and I immediately spotted the encrypted folder. I opened it, and inside was the final plan for "Summit Center," with every detail embodying countless days and nights of hard work and inspiration from my team and me.
Next to it lay another folder, quietly named with just one letter, "L."
I opened it and found that the plan was almost identical to ours, with only a few key load-bearing structures and design highlights slightly adjusted to avoid core patents while retaining the essence of the plan.
The plan was signed under Leonel's name.
So it turns out Elsie not only cheated but also planned to steal my hard work and our company's future to pave the way for her lover.
My stomach churned violently, and I gripped the cold desk tightly to keep myself from collapsing.
Turns out, jealousy and betrayal can truly change a woman beyond recognition.