In revenge, I became his brother's secret lover. Until his out-of-control kiss...-2

The Red Dot
That night, searching for a movie on David’s tablet, a WeChat preview popped up—an unfamiliar, alluring woman’s avatar and the words: "He’s not coming home tonight, right? "followed by a glaring red exclamation mark. My mind buzzed; blood seemed to freeze. My finger moved faster than thought, tapping the notification. Only sparse messages.
Last Wednesday, 10 PM, David: "Free?" A smiley emoji replied. Yesterday afternoon, David sent 5,000 yuan: "Buy something nice." The latest: that unsent "He’s not coming home tonight? "The red exclamation mark burned into my retinas like a branding iron. He wasn’t working late. He was funding another "home" with our money.

Fingers Frozen
My fingers turned icy, trembling uncontrollably, barely gripping the phone. The cold screen light illuminated my rigid face. Instinctively, I tapped the glaring avatar. Chat history unfurled like a venomous serpent spewing icy truths. Explicit flirtations laid bare, words raw as flayed beasts.

Then, my gaze locked onto a hotel location—coordinates mere blocks from his office. The date matched last week, the night he claimed to "work overnight" reviewing project plans. My stomach clenched, gripped by an invisible fist. Numb cold spread from my fingertips, paralyzing me; my heart seemed to stall. Worldly sounds vanished, replaced by blood roaring in my ears and my ragged, alien breathing.