Double Revenge After One Night Stand

4. Tail After My Cheating Husband

***Diana's POV***

I sat in a café across from the office, staring blankly at the window on the 30th floor. It wasn't that I didn’t trust the private investigator; I simply couldn’t bear to wait idly in that suffocating mansion. I had to take matters into my own hands.

I got the news that today was the day Anthony closed the deal with that major client he mentioned earlier. My gut told me he would likely be celebrating it with Megan.

Pulling out my phone, I stared on the flashing red dot on the map. An hour ago, I slipped into the underground parking lot at the building and attached a tracker to Anthony’s car. The moment his car moved, I'd be alerted and could follow him. Tracking was something I swore I would never do, but now, I had no choice.

It was nearly dinner time, and the streets were getting busier with people and cars. Still, no one had emerged from the Eclypse building, and the dot on my screen remained stubbornly stationary. Were they celebrating in the office tonight? Or maybe... was Anthony planning to ride with Megan instead?

I couldn't help but overthink, my nerves rising in tandem with the bustling traffic outside.

Just then, a familiar figure walked into the café—Alex, the intern I met that other day.

Perfect timing. I could pump him for some information. Alex spotted me too, though he seemed in no mood to chat. “Hold on,” he said, holding up a hand in a ‘don’t-bother-me-now’ gesture. “I need to place an order first; we’ll talk after.” He marched over to the counter, rattling off ten orders, each with a ridiculously long list of requests.

While I marveled at his memory, he paid and walked back over to me. “Seriously? These people are insane. A venti iced latte with half almond, half oat milk, and three pumps of sugar-free hazelnut? Damn, they really treat interns like s**t. Places like this deserve to go bankrupt.”

He seemed genuinely irritated, which made me chuckle. I couldn’t help asking, “So why do you stay? Couldn’t you get an internship somewhere else?”

He paused, then smiled a bit slyly. “Well, they pay well. Otherwise, how do you think I afford this luxury suit? New Yorkers are crazy!” He gestured to his suit with a grin.

I couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking. Anthony's company was notorious for high stress and high pay, and employees were expected to keep up with a certain dress code.

I glanced at his suit—a mid-range French brand known in fashion circles, though less so to the average person. It wasn’t outrageously expensive but certainly more than an intern’s budget could handle.

Not that I wanted to dig into his reasons for being there—I had more pressing things to worry about. I looked at the unmoving red dot on my phone, set it down, and turned back to Alex. “So why are you all still working? Didn’t you just close a huge deal?”

Alex shrugged indifferently. “I don’t care. I’m dumping these coffees on them and heading out. And you? Waiting for your husband to celebrate?”

Not exactly. I was here to catch his a******y.

Taking a deep breath, I decided not to continue down that road and simply shook my head. “Never mind.”

Just, then, the barista called his name, signaling that a few of his drinks were ready. He nodded and headed back to the counter.

At that moment, my phone buzzed. I quickly picked it up to find that the red dot, which had been still for hours, had finally started moving. By the look of it, Anthony’s car was about to exit the underground garage.

I jumped up, grabbed my bag, and prepared to leave, but in my haste, I collided with Alex, who was carrying two trays of coffees. The entire order spilled. Most of it hit the floor, but his suit didn’t escape unscathed.

“What the f—” He began, clearly ready to curse, but stopped when he realized it was me. His expression was frustrated, though. “What’s the rush?”

Seeing the coffee stains on his suit, I felt a pang of guilt, especially after his comment about earning enough for the suit. But there was no time to explain. I opened my purse and shoved a handful of bills into his hand. “Here. Use this to get a new one.” Without waiting for a response, I dashed out of the café.

As I stepped onto the street, Anthony’s car appeared at the garage exit, with Megan in the passenger seat. She was laughing, tossing her hair back, and while they waited to merge into traffic, Anthony leaned over and kissed her.

Why couldn’t a runaway truck slam into them right now? If I were behind the wheel, I wouldn’t hesitate!

Suppressing my anger, I walked briskly to my car. Just as I reached for the handle, Alex caught up to me.

“What’s with the cash? Do I look like I’d hustle you for money?” He grabbed my hand, shoving the bills back. “Can’t you even apologize?”

Alex’s voice was drawing attention from passersby. I was nervous Anthony or Megan might spot us, so I practically shoved him into the passenger seat. “Don’t make a scene. Just sit,” I snapped.

Once he was inside, I climbed into the driver’s seat, secured my phone on the dash, and floored the gas pedal, keeping an eye on that moving red dot.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Alex stammered. “Where are you taking me? Those jerks in the office are still waiting on their coffee, you know.”

“Text them. Say you were kidn*pped by Mrs. Taylor, and to hell with their coffee! My husband is in his car right now, cheating on me with my best friend!”

My voice grew louder, and by the time I reached the last sentence, I was practically shouting. Alex looked stunned, silently pulled his seatbelt tight, and gripped the handle above the door. I took a deep breath, returning my focus to the road.

I had to admit, driving wasn’t my strong suit—especially in rush hour, with cars everywhere. I nearly lost sight of Anthony’s car at each light, and the red dot on my phone was slowly drifting out of range.

Alex finally broke the silence. “You do realize this tracker has a range limit, right? You’ll lose them if they get too far.”

I knew that, of course, but his comment sounded like sarcasm. Already frustrated, I shot back, “What do you think, I didn’t notice? Jesus, who has time to read a hundred pages of tech specs when buying one of these things?”

At that moment, another car cut in front of us, and just like that, the red dot vanished from my screen.

“Pull over,” Alex said, gesturing to the curb.

“What? Why?”

“If you want to catch your husband, trust me.” He repeated, his tone firmer. “Just pull over.”

I had no other option, so I eased out of traffic and parked. Alex undid his seatbelt, got out, opened the driver’s side door, and motioned to the passenger seat. “Move over.”

I was somehow compelled by his confidence, so I slipped out of the driver’s seat and over to the passenger side.

Settling into the driver’s seat, he asked, “How much do you like this car?”

“It’s not mine,” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “It’s one of Anthony’s favorites, though —— it's under his name.”

“Even better.” With that, he pressed the gas pedal and weaved aggressively into the left lane.

He was a much better driver than I was, maneuvering through narrow spaces between traffic and the curb, even grazing the side of the car a few times. Knowing how much Anthony loved this car, I felt a sense of satisfaction.

Soon, we closed the gap with the red dot, following Anthony all the way to the Langford Hotel ——one of the most famous luxury hotel chains in America, known for opulence and comfort, it was also the place Anthony and I would often choose for intimate weekend getaways. Bringing Megan here left no room for doubt about his intentions.

My heart sank as I watched them enter the hotel together.