Reclaiming My Life — Episode 2

My husband, Ethan, runs a dance center. Rain was his student and had been taking his classes for over a year. I have no idea exactly when they got together. Three months ago, I went to look for him and caught them kissing in the classrooms.

My heart completely stopped in that moment. I longed to step forward and push that door open, but pride and reason bore down on me so heavily that I could barely breathe, rooted to the spot. Even though my vision blurred, my mind remained calm. I memorized the girl's face and looked through the student records. Then I found her

name, Rain. The premium classes cost $50,000 a session, and she had signed up for 30. Two sessions, that was a total of $160,000. That's quite a lot for a girl at her age. Kian listened to me, no emotion showing at all. I remember she once asked me for $200,000.

So, I started tailing her. I needed evidence to leave my husband with nothing in the divorce. But surprise, Rain drove a million-dollar car and lived in a luxury mansion. To be honest, I was shocked. She's too rich to hook up with my husband.

Kian's lips thinned into a tight line. Mind if I ask about your husband's financial situation? I answered him openly. He has a PhD in dance. A few years ago, he quit teaching to start his own business. His annual income just reached a

A million? Kian seemed incredulous at the answer. He let out a faint smirk as he scanned me, asking.