I followed, silent as a shadow. The door was slightly ajar, and the faint creak of the door was drowned out by Bianca's voice seeping through the gap. "Jack, your police bride can wait. Tonight you're mine—every last second of it." Jack's laugh dripped with contempt. "Relax. She's just a smokescreen for us. That frigid ice queen? I'd sooner hug a cactus." Then he swore an oath sharp enough to draw blood. "If I ever touch her, may I be hit by a truck. If I ever kiss her, may my bloodline die out." The second the words left his mouth, they collided like starving animals, and their limbs tangled in a frenzy of betrayal. Our bedroom stayed empty that night. While they writhed in the dark, I did not shed a single tear, and I did not scream. I simply pulled up the security footage and hit save with a smirk, capturing every damning second. Then with a single tap, I launched the livestream.