艾米丽哼了一声，挂断了电话，走向了迈克尔。

被同龄男人叫姐姐，艾米丽没心情也没时间计较，赶紧点击APP重新定位，“快点快点，快到中信了！”

“知道了，上车。”

迈克尔迈着大步，毫不费力地提起行李箱，就像提起一篮子鸡蛋一样，然后砰的一声将它放进后备箱，然后关上盖子。

他回到驾驶座，关掉危险警告灯，并提醒她“系好安全带”。

他的声音低沉，说每一句话都带着一种严肃的气氛，让听者感觉仿佛接到了无法拒绝的命令。

Emily一手拉着安全带，一手刷新着手机上的位置，看到新位置后，她立即系好安全带，将手机递给Michael：“他停在了中信红绿灯处。”

迈克尔看了一眼地图，立刻踩下油门，“他一点怀疑都没有？”

“不，如果他真的这么做，我们就不会继续追踪他了。”

“确实。”迈克尔挑了挑眉，问道，“谁能想到这个‘玩意’竟然这么好用？你是怎么想到这个主意的？”

“我朋友给她的孩子买了这个型号。上次我们一起吃午饭时，她演示了 GPS 有多准确。你知道吗？在大型商场里，它甚至可以精确定位孩子所在的楼层。”

艾米丽的心跳还没平复，甚至似乎有些加快了，她舔了舔干燥的嘴唇，继续说道：“如果他们午餐见面，我们不用上楼也知道他们在哪家餐厅。”

After purchasing the children's watch, Emily had tested it several times. As long as the signal was stable, the location range was generally accurate. So, she had to find a place to hide the watch face—without the strap—that wouldn't be easily discovered by Anderson and wouldn't interfere with the signal.

In the end, she chose the storage pocket behind the passenger seat.

When Anderson went to retrieve the luggage from the trunk, Emily swiftly placed the activated watch face into the pocket. It originally held a pack of her frequently used wet wipes. Once the watch face was hidden and the wet wipes were back in place, Anderson closed the trunk lid. The timing was perfect; even a second less could have exposed her scheme.

Even at this moment, Emily still found this approach absurd.

She never imagined that one day she would be using a children's watch to catch her husband's infidelity.

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Two months ago, on Children's Day, she discovered Anderson's extramarital affair.

That morning, while she was shopping at the supermarket, her phone received an iMessage.

The message was short, "Your husband is cheating."

Just six words, yet they stirred a tempest in Emily's chest.

The message came from an unknown number. She immediately called back, but there was no answer. When she tried again, the phone was turned off.

Emily tried to regulate her emotions, telling herself not to become paranoid over an anonymous "tip-off."

It could very well be a malicious prank aimed at unsettling her.

But she was indeed unsettled. For the next few days, she watched Anderson's every move, looking for any unusual behavior.

She found none, but another message arrived.

This time, it included a picture. Though somewhat blurry, it clearly showed Anderson walking closely with a young woman at Taikoo Hui.

Emily had never seen this sweet-looking, well-built, fashionably dressed woman before. She wasn't one of Anderson's friends, not an intern or employee from his company, nor a neighbor from their community.

But Anderson's social circle was vast, and Emily only knew a part of it. Just as Anderson wasn't fully aware of her friends—oh, but that was because Anderson had little interest in her social life.

Even though the photo seemed like solid evidence, the angle made it hard to see if the woman was holding Anderson's arm or if their fingers were interlocked.

As she trembled with anger, Emily also thought deeply. Even if she threw this photo in Anderson's face, he could come up with countless explanations to defend himself.

From their initial meeting, through their courtship, and into marriage, Emily and Anderson had been together for nearly eight years. Throughout their disagreements, Emily had never won an argument against Anderson.

So, it wasn't enough. She knew this "evidence" wasn't enough.

As for the "whistleblower," the phone remained off.

艾米丽尝试在各种应用中搜索这个号码，微信上没有结果，支付宝上也没有匹配结果。她将这个号码保存到了通讯录中，但 TikTok 和小红书都没有显示任何“可能的熟人”。

这个数字就像是一张白纸。

整整一个星期，艾米莉饱受折磨，不仅因为安德森的出轨背叛，还因为“告密者”的神秘性及其动机。是情妇本人试图通过破坏艾米莉与安德森的婚姻来破坏艾米莉的稳定并提升自己的地位？还是安德森的亲信，在对安德森的忠诚和对她的同情之间徘徊，选择这种不温不火的方式来揭露真相？

由于无法通过电话联系到该号码，艾米丽发送了无数条消息，询问发件人的身份和意图。

没人回复，她无奈之下，终于发文：“有胆量就发清晰点的照片给我，最好是床上裸照！这些模糊的照片，还不够我发一篇悲情微博！”

发完之后她就后悔了，短信不像微信，发了就无法撤回。

艾米莉非常紧张，感觉自己就像在空中走钢丝。她对安德森婚外情的细节不再感兴趣，而是一心想揭发这个恶意的“告密者”，而这个“告密者”似乎从玩弄她的感情中获得了乐趣。

六月份中下旬，艾尔多利亚已经进入了酷暑之中，如同破土而出的蝉鸣，那个寂静的电话号码也响了起来。

蝉鸣声中，艾米丽收到了一条新短信：酒店地址，房间号，还有一句嘲讽的话语“如果你想要他们躺在床上的照片，自己抓他们吧。”

压抑了半个多月的怒火，从脚底涌到了头顶，她想也没想，就拨通了电话。

没想到，电话竟然接通了。

“幸福”来的太突然，艾米丽的怒火堵在喉咙里，发不出来，也咽不下去。

另一个人先开口道：“你好，艾米丽·约翰逊女士。”

那是一个男人，声音低沉，浑厚洪亮，和她想象中的“心机深沉的恶棍”完全不一样。

艾米丽问道：“你是谁？”

男人轻笑一声，“我？我是你老公小三的丈夫。”