Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu A Tale of Atomic Love

I found that my husband had cheated through his Whatsapp profile picture. The woman was wealthy and influential. Not only she publicly humiliated me, causing me to lose my job, but also leaved me unable to find a foothold in the industry.

I pretended to go along, carefully plotting each step, and slowly tightened the trap.

1

Since the birth of our second child, Caden Holt and I had almost slept in separate rooms.

He shared a room with our son, while I stayed with our daughter.

Due to his work transfer, he only came home on weekends.

In the middle of the night, Caden suddenly sent me a suggestive photo from the room next door, saying he missed me.

This was the sixth time he had hinted at such things since returning.

Exhausted from taking care of the kids all day, I didn't have the energy to reply to him. After glancing at the message, I went back to sleep.

Unexpectedly, two days later, a woman showed up at our house.

Caden said she was a nanny he hired so I wouldn't be so exhausted.

I was almost moved to tears, but within a few days, I sensed something was off.

Since Katie Morley was a live-in nanny, I interacted with her daily.

Katie was six years younger than me, and she was optimistic and very talkative, so I didn't have my guard up around her.

One night, as she was showering, I overheard her talking on the phone. She said, "What's the point of just hearing my voice? Aren't I more enticing in person? How about I come over tomorrow?"

We had all been down this road before, so I immediately understood the implication and quickly walked away.

The next day, she indeed took a leave of absence, citing personal matters. I didn't think much of it and agreed.

That night, when my daughter had a fever, I video-called Caden to ask if he could come home to take our daughter to the hospital. However, during the video call, I noticed the shadow of a woman with long hair passing by in the bathroom mirror behind him.

I enlarged the screen to see her face, but she disappeared, then, a familiar dress was tossed onto the sink.

Wasn't that the dress Katie wore when she left?

Recalling the silhouette, my heart sank.

A wave of unprecedented anger surged through me!

The so-called nanny hired to ease my burden was just a deceitful lie from this despicable man!

My husband, Caden Holt, was an engineer.

When I met him, I was at the lowest point in my life. I always thought he was sent by god to save me. He was considerate and never let me do housework. He said that I deserved the best things in life.

So, despite Caden's plain-Jane, short stature, and lack of a prestigious family background, But I still married him for his kindness, giving him everything I had.

But now, he had brought his lover into our home.

"What's wrong, honey? Why aren't you asleep yet?" Caden asked, and his voice on the phone was still gentle.

I swallowed my rage, maintaining a normal tone, saying, "Is there anyone else at your hotel?"

"No, of course not!" Caden replied confidently, even joking with me, saying, "My wife is as beautiful as a goddess. Even if I had a hundred lives, I wouldn't dare mess around. But the showerhead in the hotel broke, so I called room service to have it fixed."

I really felt like spitting at the face on the screen!

It was disgustingly over the top!

"Our daughter has a fever and needs to go to the hospital. Can you come back now?" I asked.

"A fever? Is it serious?" Caden asked.

He sounded worried but didn't move an inch from the bed, saying, "It's so late now, and driving isn't safe. Plus, I have an important bidding for land development meeting tomorrow morning. I can't be late! Why don't you take her to the hospital first? It's easy to call a car these days. I'll come back as soon as I'm done tomorrow."

I swallowed my rage, wishing I could tell him never to come back in his life.

"Fine!" I said, I didn't want to hear another word from him and hung up abruptly.

Sitting on the bed, I contemplated whether to catch him in the act.

Caden was just over a hundred kilometers away. If I left now, I could definitely get there before dawn.

But looking back at my child, I held back.

Even if I caught them, what then?

I had no job, no income, and not even the qualification to fight for custody of my children.

After weighing my options, I took my feverish daughter to the hospital alone. Fortunately, she was just a cold, nothing serious.

After finally getting her to sleep, I ended up staying awake the whole night.

Looking at my daughter, I felt torn.

But Caden's affair was undeniable, and before filing for divorce, I needed to gain the upper hand by gathering enough evidence to negotiate.

The next morning, I entrusted my son to an educational institution near his school and then went to my mother's house, asking her to take care of my daughter for a few days under the pretense of having something urgent.

Then I went straight to the electronics market to start my plan.

The first step was to obtain video evidence of Caden's affair, which would be the most direct and compelling evidence in court.

From the current situation, it was clear this wasn't their first time.

Since they wanted to sneak around, I would create opportunities for them.

I specifically bought high-definition miniature infrared cameras and even took the risk of buying listening devices, telling the shop owner it was because we had a nanny at home and needed it just in case.

Given the frequent news of nannies mistreating kids, the owner hesitated but eventually sold them to me.

Upon returning home, I installed the cameras and listening devices in various hidden corners of the house.

Unexpectedly, I found Caden's ID card in the drawer.

How could he check into a hotel without it? This made me suspicious. Could he have bought a house for that woman?

Now thinking back to the walls in that video, they indeed didn't look like typical hotel decor style.

Anger flared within me and then I grabbed Caden's ID and credit card, heading straight to the bank.