REVENGE ON MY UNFAITHFUL HUSBAND

What did Zoey know

The assistant reported anxiously, "Mr. Shark, I've hired over a hundred divers and a thousand boatmen to search every inch from the incident site downstream, but there's still no sign of your wife."

Micah Shark's furrowed brows finally relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing at his lips. "What did I say? She's always been good at putting on a show. Call everyone back; there's no need to keep searching."

The assistant, still uneasy, added, "Even if she didn't commit suicide, she's still missing. What if..."

"She's probably hiding somewhere, throwing a tantrum. Leave her be. She'll come back when she's had enough."

After hanging up, Micah stared at a photo of us on his desk. It was taken when I was seventeen, right after a tennis match. The sun was shining, and I was smiling brightly. I could see nostalgia in Micah's eyes. Ridiculous. Would he really miss the old me? The same man who stole my smile is now lost in memories?

"Micky!" Zoey's voice interrupted.

She locked the door and sat on Micah's lap.

Micah tried to push her away. "Zoey, stop this nonsense!"

"But Micky, you were all over me last night. Don't pretend to be the gentleman now," Zoey whispered seductively, pressing herself against him. "This was where your wife used to stay. Doesn't it make it all the more exciting?"

This shameless woman was defiling the last pure space I had left.

"Get out! Both of you, get out!" I screamed, pouring all my rage into my voice, but they didn't hear me.

Micah's eyes weren't filled with lust but caution. "Zoey, you said it was just last night."

"Don't worry, Micky. I won't tell anyone. It's not like you're losing anything. I just miss you." She grabbed his hand, pressing it to her chest. "Feel how fast my heart's beating?"

But unlike last night, Micah pushed her away immediately. "I have things to handle. I'm leaving."

As he walked out, I was forced to follow. Before leaving, I looked back. Zoey's dark expression made her seem even more like a demon than me.

She muttered, "Micky, too bad your wife's never coming back."

Her voice was faint, but I read her lips clearly. My death definitely had something to do with Zoey. She was behind it.

I wanted to leap at her, to take revenge, but I couldn't move more than three meters from Micah. All I could do was watch Zoey's sickening face fade away.

Micah started the car. Sitting in the passenger seat, I stared at the scenery whizzing past, wondering if Zoey had hired the hitman who killed me. But no, that person's eyes, though masked, were familiar. I've seen them somewhere before.

When I died last night, my consciousness drifted away. Before I could recognize my killer, I found myself beside Micah.

After murdering me, he tossed my wedding dress into the water, but where was my body? If his only goal was to kill, he could've disposed of both the dress and me together. If it was for money, the dress itself was worth millions, and even as stolen goods, the diamonds could be sold on the black market. The police photos showed the dress intact, except for the knife wound.

What did Zoey know?