My mind gradually cleared.
I pushed Ryan away, brought over a stool, stepped on it, and pried out the spot where the red light had been flashing.
Sure enough, it was exactly what I suspected: a very well-hidden pinhole camera.
"Why is this here?"
"This is your bathroom. How would I know?"
His voice trembled slightly, and his fingers kept picking nervously at the showerhead.
Seeing how guilty he looked, I gave a cold laugh.
"Fine. Then I'll call the police. There must be fingerprints on this thing, right? Let's have them check exactly whose prints are on it."
Ryan's expression collapsed at once.
"Go ahead. Call them. Let your husband see proof of our affair."
Since things had come to this, I decided to speak plainly.
"Fine. Then we both go down. The medical license you showed me
