Part 3After My Husband Cheated, I Booked Their Hotel Room And Filled Their “Body Oil” With Super Glue

I hired a private investigator to dig deeper into Payne’s life.

After Andy and I got married, we kept our finances separate. He had no idea how much money I had saved up.

Over the years, I’d made a good amount through smart investments—money I originally planned to use for a house in the best school district once we had kids.

Now, that seemed unnecessary.

A few days later, the investigator reported back: “She’s notorious at Stanford. People say she’s always out with different guys.”

No wonder Payne could afford designer perfume and all those luxury items without even having a job yet.

“She was kicked out in her junior year for misconduct. Apparently, she tried to seduce the vice principal, but it didn’t work.”

“And her grades? She’s barely passing—almost got expelled.”

Hearing this broke my heart.

I remembered when we first decided to sponsor her. She had been this small, frail girl with yellowed hair, but her eyes shone with determination.

She used to tell me that studying hard would change her life.

She used to call me “Godmother Cassie” and twirled with joy the first time she wore a new dress I bought her.

And now? She’d seen the world and decided that sleeping her way to the top was the faster route.

I heard she’s working as a model now, trying to break into Hollywood. No wonder she’s had so much work done.

Suddenly, it all clicked. Andy’s connections to the entertainment industry… She was probably using him as her ticket to bigger fish.

After all, a girl like her wouldn’t hesitate to drop Andy the moment someone richer came along.

Aside from this, the private investigator handed me Andy’s financial records.

Our finances were separate, so he had no clue how much I really had. I managed my money through investments and had done pretty well for myself, originally planning to use it for a future home in a private school district once we started a family.

But that no longer seemed necessary.

The investigator showed me that Andy’s earnings were mostly from his salary and some stock market investments. But it was all clearly outlined in his Instagram transaction history—he had spent close to $100,000 on Payne!

How long had they been sneaking around?

I asked the investigator for something specific: a small recording device I could install in Andy’s car.

He hesitated, reminding me that wiretapping was illegal and wouldn’t hold up in court.

I told him I understood. I didn’t need it for legal reasons. I just needed to know how heartless they really were.

After a moment, he nodded, handed me the equipment, and I paid him in full.

A few days later, I left home for another “business trip.” As expected, they couldn’t resist using our SUV.

“Daddy… can I have a hug?”

The voice in my earphones was sultry, designed to melt any man’s resistance.

“Did you miss me, sweetheart?” Andy chuckled in response. His usual polished, mature tone was nowhere to be found.

“I did! You’re so bad.”

Then, the unmistakable sound of the seat creaking under pressure.

I clenched my fists, a bitter smirk creeping across my lips. These two were beyond shameless.

Without hesitation, I called Andy’s phone.

He ignored the first few calls. But as I kept calling, the urgency forced him to answer.

“Hello? Hey, Cassie… I’m, uh, in a meeting,” he stammered.

His voice was trying hard to sound calm and collected, but I heard the zipper of his pants sliding and his heavy, labored breathing.

At thirty years old, I wasn’t exactly ancient. I’d taken good care of myself and didn’t look my age. People often remarked on how youthful I seemed.

Andy, on the other hand, was an average-looking man whose career was no longer on par with mine. Our friends and family used to joke about our relationship, calling it a “beauty and the beast” situation.

But let me tell you, there are plenty of men out there—more than enough to replace him.

I laughed to myself and thought, If you love being naked so much, let me help you make that permanent.