Page 2 of 999 private photos appeared in my husband’s synced messages

Mark chased after Emily in the direction she'd left, and wouldn't be back anytime soon.

Taking advantage of this window, I opened Mark's computer and easily pulled up all of Emily's files, copying everything onto a USB drive.

Before leaving, I planted a tiny surveillance device in the corner of the bookshelf.

Mark didn't disappoint me. He only called once to offer his condolences, then immediately went to comfort Emily.

Through the surveillance feed, I watched them kissing passionately on his office desk, faces pressed together, breathing intertwined, their coats carelessly thrown on the floor.

Emily's hands wrapped around his neck, her voice soft and playfully reproachful: "You actually yelled at me because of that old woman? You're so mean. As punishment, you have to spend the entire night with me!"

Mark's tone was indulgent: "Tonight was always yours anyway. Elena is so much older than you, and she's domineering and boring. How could I ever like her? I'm just putting on an act."

My heart plummeted, as if crushed by an invisible hand.

He then pulled out an exquisite box and handed it to Emily: "These are custom earrings I had made for you for two million dollars. Will you forgive me?"

I watched the screen expressionlessly. I'd discovered the record of these custom earrings a week ago.

They featured two snowflake patterns, and I'd thought they were his surprise for our fifth wedding anniversary this Christmas. I hadn't said anything.

Emily's tears turned to laughter as she playfully demanded Mark put them on her himself. The two became entangled once again.

I shut off the surveillance and sent Emily's files to my lawyer friend Natalia Carter: [Help me investigate her entire background.]

Natalia was my college classmate and close friend of fourteen years.

After seeing the photos and videos, she immediately flew into a rage, sending me numerous messages.

Soon, she sent me Emily's social media accounts, with all her post history laid bare.

I started reading from her earliest posts, like witnessing a romance filled with girlish dreams.

The company had long since weathered its most difficult period from ten years ago, giving Mark plenty of time and energy for romance.

He accompanied Emily to amusement parks, awkwardly taking photos of her.

They kissed passionately on the Ferris wheel, their smiles radiant.

[Kissing the one you love at the top of the Ferris wheel - I hope we can be together forever.]

Emily even dragged Mark to couple's restaurants he'd once scorned, holding heart-shaped props and sharing a single ice cream.

[Someone said couple's restaurants were just gimmicks, but he still came with me and helped me finish all the food!]

There were also photos of Mark personally cooking to care for her when she was sick with a fever.

[I have a fever and feel terrible, but thankfully someone's here with me, making my favorite dishes.]

I recalled from memory a house with the same layout - one I'd fallen in love with at first sight when we were house hunting, though Mark hadn't been too pleased with it.

Turns out he didn't dislike that house; he wanted to save it for Emily.

Emily's most recent post had a university campus as the backdrop.

She wore both graduation robes and a wedding dress in different photos, with Mark beside her in both.

[From school uniform to wedding dress - thank you to someone for helping me fulfill my dreams.]

I refreshed the page, and a new post appeared.

The image showed a candlelit dinner with overlapping hands wearing matching rings, plus a pregnancy test report.

[The ring is someone's surprise and promise to me. As a thank you, I'll give him a little baby.]

Her username was "CallMePrincess." In the comments, an account called "YesMyPrincess" interacted with her the most.

Occasionally, other users would leave blessings when they saw the posts.

Looking through those photos, I suddenly realized Emily really did resemble me in my younger years.

The way Mark looked at her was exactly how he used to look at me.

I opened Mark's computer in the study and found an encrypted file.

He'd told me he had no secrets from me, so all the devices at home had no passwords.

This was the only exception.

But he'd forgotten that I came from a technical background and had won international programming competitions with absolute dominance.

When I saw the password was his and Emily's couple nickname, I wasn't surprised at all.

Opening the file, I found the most recent document was Emily's graduation thesis and final project.

I could tell at a glance from the table of contents that it was one of the research topics I'd once worked on, with nearly identical code content and framework.

Since it hadn't yielded results, I'd temporarily shelved it.

For an undergraduate's graduation project, though, it was more than sufficient.

Natalia was furious, swearing to destroy them both.

She raged: "That bastard! He had a child with someone else and stole your research - what else does he want to do?"

I silently clicked on the only video in the folder.

It was an AI-generated, thirty-second pornographic video.

The subjects were a strange man and my face.

I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cave, my blood freezing solid.

I said coldly: "Natalia, he wants to destroy my reputation completely. Well, I want him dead."