A Receipt Revealed His Double Life

During the Thanksgiving holiday week, my husband, Caleb Whitman, keeps working overtime. I feel sorry for how hard he's working, so I take over all the household chores.

While doing the laundry, I pull a food delivery receipt from the pocket of his coat.

Everything on the order appears to be intended for a pregnant woman. It has bone broth, baked salmon, and fresh seasonal vegetables. It's obvious that everything was chosen with care.

There's even a note that says, "For an expectant mother. Keep it low in oil and salt. Make sure the utensils are sterilized."

The delivery was sent to a luxury apartment above Caleb's office building.

I crumple the receipt, let out a cold laugh, and deliberately call him during lunch.

"So, when's the baby shower for your kid? Don't forget to send me an invite."

Chapter 1

The sound of typing on the other end of the line stopped abruptly.

Caleb Whitman fell silent for two seconds, then laughed.

"What's wrong? Do you want to have a baby with me now? Didn't we agree to wait until next year? If you really want one, I'll come back right now and make one with you."

His tone was suggestive and teasing, as if he were genuinely joking.

"Well, I suppose my turn's out of the question," I said.

I crumpled the food delivery receipt in my hand, then smoothed it out again as I said, "Haven't you already started taking care of a pregnant woman? You seemed really thoughtful when ordering meals for her."

A trace of panic crept into Caleb's voice, but he steadied himself quickly. "Darling, are you misunderstanding something? I ordered that for a female colleague. Her husband was away on a business trip, so he asked me for help."

I hung up before he could finish.

Less than half an hour later, Caleb burst through the door, drenched in sweat. "Darling," he said.

He was breathing heavily and hadn't even changed his shoes when he hurried toward me and pulled out his phone. "Look, this is Susan Collins from the finance department."

The screen was a little smudged from his sweaty hands, so he hastily wiped it with his sleeve.

"This is her husband. He's been abroad on a business trip for a month. Look! These messages show him asking for my help."

Sure enough, there were several messages in the chat history in which he asked for help. I glanced at it briefly and pushed the phone back to him.

"So what? I've never heard of a pregnant woman being unable to order her own food. She's pregnant, not disabled."

Caleb wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It was only for safety. She wanted the deliveryman to think that a man was ordering, so no one would know that her husband was away."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his right hand. "I swear that nothing is going on between us. I'm completely innocent.

"If you don't believe me, come to the office with me tomorrow. I will have her explain everything in front of everyone."

I stared at him for a long time. A wave of bitterness welled up inside me. After ten years together, I knew that when he lied, he liked to retreat in order to advance. He swore oaths to make his lies sound convincing.

Yet I simply shook my head and said, "There's no need for that."

He wrapped his arms around me from behind. "Darling, you're the only person I'll ever love in this lifetime. From college until now, ten years have passed, and you're the only one in my heart."

His arms tightened around me, as if he were afraid that I might leave. Yet I felt no joy at all and couldn't fall asleep even late at night.

The next day, after Caleb left for work, I opened the delivery app and ordered a bouquet of 99 roses. After putting Caleb's name as the sender, I changed the delivery address to the apartment upstairs from his office.

Then, I sent a message to the deliveryman. "Please keep an eye on the recipient's reaction. I'll give you an extra 20 dollars for your trouble."

My phone vibrated. The deliveryman had sent me a video.

The video showed the door opening, and a woman in loose loungewear with a noticeably rounded belly taking the roses. "Thank you," she said.

As expected, she showed no surprise at seeing Caleb's name. Instead, she gently stroked her stomach and said, "Baby, look. Daddy sent flowers.

"When you're born, you have to love Mommy just like Daddy does, alright? Daddy loves us the most, doesn't he?"

The video ended there. I set the phone down with trembling hands.

My husband, whom I had spent ten years loving, had cheated on me. He even had a child with another woman. Meanwhile, I was a fool. I was completely in the dark, thinking that I was living a happy life.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and forced down the bitterness and pain in my chest. Since Caleb chose to betray me, he would have to bear the consequences.

Chapter 2

I reopened the video. Based on the delivery label visible in the video, I found the woman's name and her social media account.

Her name was Juliette Sinclair, and she was a small lifestyle content creator. Her profile was filled with posts flaunting her relationship.

"Today my boyfriend took me to an award-winning restaurant. He said that young, pretty women all love food."

"We checked into a love hotel that has been trending online. It felt embarrassing and thrilling at once. Even though I'm pregnant now, I still go all out for my husband."

"Seven months pregnant now. My husband reads stories to the baby every day."

I scrolled through every post and pieced together the whole truth. It turned out that all his business trips, late-night overtime, and work dinners were just excuses. Caleb had been with her the whole time.

My phone vibrated.

Caleb texted me. "Darling, I might have to work late tonight. Go to bed. Don't wait up for me."

Immediately after, he sent a transaction receipt, sent an "I love you" message, and left a one-minute voice message.

"Darling, I miss you so much. But knowing how much you support my work gives me endless motivation. Once this busy period is over, I'll make it up to you and spend more time with you."

Caleb had treated me with the same unwavering tenderness for ten years. We went from college to marriage, supporting each other every step of the way.

After we got married, I became pregnant three times and miscarried each time. To prepare my body for a healthy pregnancy, I started seeing a doctor and taking bitter medications. I often vomited after taking them, but I kept going.

Caleb sat beside me, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at me with worry. "Honey, how about we stop trying for children? You're enough for me."

He always said things like that. His tenderness always made me feel that even though I didn't have a child, having him was enough. However, after looking at the dates, I realized that Juliette must have discovered her pregnancy around that same time.

I had slept by his side for ten years, yet only now did I see how hypocritical and indifferent he really was.

I opened my contacts and found Arnold Williams, a private investigator recommended to me by a friend.

I texted him. "Arnold, I need you to keep an eye on two people tonight."

Then, I sent him the address and their photos.

"Got it. I'll follow them and record everything," he replied.

Around midnight, my phone finally buzzed. Arnold sent over a set of photos.

"They're reckless. She's already pregnant, but they're still being intimate in the car," he said.

After receiving the photos, I immediately opened the dashcam footage. The video showed that Caleb and Juliette were sharing an intimate moment in the car. His eyes were full of desire, but he still made sure to protect Juliette's swollen belly.

Juliette wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, "I'm already pregnant, why are you still doing this with me? Is your wife really that unappealing?"

Caleb laughed and gave her a playful squeeze. "She's boring and old. She can't even have children. How could she compete with a pretty pregnant woman like you?"

Juliette laughed, clearly delighted by his words. Then, she immediately kissed him on the cheek.

"Of course. But you can't blame her for being unable to carry a child. You've been secretly giving her small doses of birth control. Even if she got pregnant, it definitely wouldn't have lasted," she said.

"If she got pregnant, I wouldn't be able to divorce her easily. Our child has to be born legitimate," Caleb replied.

A wave of nausea hit me, and I rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

Grief slowly turned to hatred as I realized that my repeated miscarriages, despite my desperate attempts to conceive, were all caused by Caleb. As he pretended to comfort me while I was consumed by guilt, all he cared about was making sure my child wouldn't get in the way of his illegitimate baby.

I dug my nails into my palm to stop myself from running downstairs and killing that shameless couple.

When dawn was approaching, I heard the sound of the door opening. Caleb slipped in quietly, and he froze for a moment when he saw that the lights in the living room were still on.

"Darling, why are you still awake?" he asked.

He hurried over and pulled me into his arms. He smelled of body wash, so he must have just showered.

Caleb was really attentive, noticing even the smallest details like this. No wonder he was able to deceive me for so long.

"Were you waiting up for me?" he asked.

He touched my face tenderly. "Look at you, you even have dark circles under your eyes. Don't do this again. It hurts me to see you like this.

"Once I officially become CEO next week, let's go on vacation to Marell. I want to make it up to you properly."

Chapter 3

Caleb had just gone to Marell with Juliette three months ago.

I looked at him calmly and said, "You must be exhausted from working late. Go get some rest. I need the car today to run a few errands."

"Sure."

He handed me the car keys without hesitation and kissed my forehead.

"Buy whatever you want, darling. I can afford it. I'm going to get some sleep. I'm really worn out," he said.

As I watched him disappear into the bedroom, I clutched the car keys in my hand. Caleb would indeed make it up to me at his inauguration, just not in the way he imagined.

I went downstairs and opened the car door. Then I removed the dashcam's memory card from the car and inserted it into the laptop I carried with me. As expected, it had recorded Caleb and Juliette in an intimate encounter the night before

A mere affair alone was unlikely to affect Caleb at all. However, most of Caleb's money was under my control, and what was left wasn't nearly enough to support Juliette's lavish lifestyle.

Caleb had found other ways to funnel benefits to Juliette, and the dashcam had even recorded their conversations about it. After finding what I needed, I copied the footage three times and stored it in separate locations. My expression was blank.

Over the next few days, I acted like a skilled hunter, patiently setting my traps. Arnold came through spectacularly, not only capturing more photos of Caleb and Juliette on their dates but also uncovering some interesting information.

"Juliette's purchases of high-end goods were all reimbursed through Mr. Whitman's corporate account," he said.

Arnold slid a stack of photocopied invoices across the table toward me. "The luxury items he bought for her were recorded as client gifts. Even her prenatal checkups were claimed as business hospitality expenses."

As I reviewed the invoices, Arnold handed me a contract.

"Juliette had also signed a contract with Caleb's company for 60 million dollars a year in promotion fees. In reality, her account had fewer than a hundred thousand followers, and the engagement was dismal. This clearly amounted to an abuse of company funds," he said.

I scoffed. Caleb had truly abandoned all professional ethics for the sake of a woman. I quietly organized everything into a presentation.

That evening, Caleb came home earlier than usual. His face was alight with excitement. "Darling, I have great news!"

He wrapped his arms around me eagerly. "The board officially appointed me as CEO! The inauguration is next Wednesday."

"Really? That's wonderful!"

I put on a look of surprise. "Then, I'll need to find a beautiful gown. I can't embarrass you."

Caleb's smile faltered for a moment, and he quickly added with an apologetic tone, "Darling, this is one of the company's internal events, and I can't bring family members along.

"You know how it isI need to keep a low profile at first. Once I officially take office, I'll take you to every event and make sure everyone knows that you're Mrs. Whitman."

I stared at him for a few seconds and only nodded when his gaze began to shift away. "Alright. Do your best."

"I always knew that you were considerate, darling!"

Relief washed over Caleb as he kissed me on the cheek. "After the ceremony, I'll treat you to a feast to celebrate."

As I watched him walk into the bathroom, I unlocked my phone.

Juliette had just posted an Instagram story. She wrote, "Heading to an important event with my husband. I'm so nervous. Hope the baby behavesdon't kick me at the most important part!"

The image showed a champagne-colored gown that was clearly high-end.

I scoffed and glanced at the inauguration invitation that had long been sent to my phone. It seemed that even Caleb himself had forgotten that, besides being his wife, I was also one of the company's minority shareholders.

There was no way I wouldn't receive an invitation to the CEO's inauguration.

On the day of the inauguration, Caleb left early in the morning. Before leaving, he said, "Darling, I'll be very busy tonight, so I might not be able to answer your calls."

I smiled as I saw him out, then took my time applying makeup and getting dressed.

When I pushed open the doors to the ballroom, Caleb was standing in the center, looking spirited and confident.

Chapter 4

Juliette stood beside Caleb in a champagne-colored gown. She linked her arm through his, carrying herself like the rightful wife.

"Congratulations, Mr. Whitman!"

"Mr. and Mrs. Whitman are truly a perfect match!"

"I heard that Mrs. Whitman is pregnant. That's really two happy events at once!"

"Mrs. Whitman, what a wonderful couple you and Mr. Whitman make. You're young, beautiful, and expecting a baby."

Those compliments made Juliette's face light up with delight.

I stood at the back of the crowd, watching the farce unfold with complete detachment. I stood quietly in the corner for a long while before Caleb finally stepped onto the stage to give his speech.

"Thank you all for being here. Today means a great deal to me. This is not only a milestone in my career but also a new beginning in my life."

He looked at Juliette with deep affection and said, "I want to thank my beautiful wife for always supporting me and for giving me a child. You've given me even more motivation to keep going."

Thunderous applause erupted, followed by waves of congratulations.

At that moment, I slowly stepped out of the crowd and stood below the stage, smiling as I looked at Caleb. "Is that so? Somehow, I don't remember us ever getting divorced."

The ballroom fell silent in an instant. Everyone stared at me in shock, then they turned their gaze toward Caleb on the stage.

Caleb's face went pale in an instant. "Darling, how could you"

Juliette reacted quickly, immediately putting on a pitiful expression and walking toward me.

"Chloe, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I know that you can't bear to part with Cal, and even less with his money," she said.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was choked with emotion. "If it's money you want, I can give you everything I have, as long as you let us be together."

I looked at her coldly. "What are you talking about? I'm Caleb's legitimate wife. Why should I let you have him?"

"Chloe, aren't you just dragging out the divorce for the assets?"

Juliette stepped forward and raised her voice so that everyone could hear her. "I can give up everything as long as I can be with Cal. I'm seven months pregnant. Please have some mercy"

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned backward, falling as if someone had pushed her.

"Jules!" Caleb shouted.

He rushed off the stage, caught Juliette, then turned and slapped me across the face.

The sharp slap echoed through the ballroom. My face immediately swelled up, and blood seeped from the corner of my mouth.

"That's enough!" Caleb snapped.

Caleb shielded Juliette behind him. His gaze was icy. "Why did you have to bring our private matters into my company? Today's my inauguration. Are you deliberately trying to destroy me?"

He took a deep breath. "Since you're being so unreasonable, we'll settle this in court. I'm filing for divorce!"

The entire room remained silent as everyone watched the drama unfold.

I wiped the blood from my lips and slowly clapped my hands. "Very well. Then let's show everyone exactly why you want this divorce, Mr. Whitman."

As soon as I finished speaking, the large screen in the ballroom lit up. It showed intimate footage of Caleb and Juliette inside the car.

"Babe, that 60-million-dollar contract from the company should keep you set for a while, shouldn't it?" Caleb said.

"Cal, you are the best! But I also want that importer deal," Juliette replied.

"You greedy little kitten. That's an eight-figure deal."

"I don't care. You're the vice president, and soon you'll be CEO. You should have that kind of authority, right?"

"Alright, I'll do whatever you want. After all, you're carrying my child."

The screen cut to a series of reimbursement forms and contracts, one after another.

The audience erupted into chaos.

"Oh my God, isn't this embezzlement?"

"No wonder a small influencer like Juliette could afford so many luxury items."

"Was Caleb using the company as his personal ATM?"

Just then, an authoritative voice rang out. "Caleb!"

I turned toward the sound and saw Jensen Cross, the chairman and true power behind the company. He came downstairs with an ashen face. His entire body was trembling. "You'd better explain this to me. What exactly is going on?"