Chapter 3

Right after that night, I had hidden mini cameras in every room.

Reviewing the footage, the pattern was clear. Around 2:00 AM, Oliver would creep into the guest room with his phone.

Once inside, he stripped naked, whispering filthy, sleazy sweet-nothings into the screen while his hands worked furiously beneath the camera angle.

I had never seen him look like that.

Vile. Despicable. Repulsive.

Fighting the urge to throw up, I zoomed in on the screen.

On his phone was a woman dressed in a revealing maid costume, swaying sensually, practically throwing herself at the camera for him.

Oliver looked ecstatic in the footage.

"You're so much hotter than her. She's so skinny, hugging her is like hugging a bag of bones."

"You smell like sweet vanilla. She just smells like grease and takeout."

"Looking at her every day makes me want to puke. Don't worry, baby, I'm dumping her soon."

"I'd die for you, gorgeous."

My hands trembled as I gripped my phone.

Every single night was the exact same sickening routine.

Ann worked fast. Before long, she sent over the account profile.

"Chloe, the handle belongs to Savannah—she goes by Nana online. She's actually one of the top influencers signed under our agency."

The familiar face on the screen felt like a slap.

"One more thing," Ann added. "I ran the backend numbers. Oliver has been dropping... a ridiculous amount of money tipping her streams."

Attached was a ledger breakdown.

Looking at the figures, I was stunned.

Oliver had poured thousands of dollars into her live streams!

It was a decent sum, but knowing influencers of her tier, it wasn't nearly enough to get her to sleep with him.

Then I remembered the financial document I had accidentally sent her.

She must have assumed Oliver was a secretive, filthy-rich executive.

Still, a question nagged at me.

Where did Oliver get that much cash to burn on gifts?

His family was working-class, and he used to wire half his paycheck back home every month.

Even if he had paused sending money home these past two months, his salary wouldn't cover this lifestyle.

A thought struck me, and I walked straight into his study.

Based on what I had seen on the security cameras, I found it immediately.

A leather-bound journal.

Ever since we started dating, Oliver had kept a daily journal.

There had to be things in here I didn't know about.

Whenever I had asked to see it in the past, he would quickly pull it away.

"Not yet. When the time is right, this will be my gift to you."

I had genuinely believed it was a testament to our love.

Opening the journal, I realized what a fool I had been.