Chapter 21

Brandon's face darkened, clearly upset by my scolding, but he still forced himself to comfort me.

"What are you talking about? How could I have a mistress? I only love you, there's no one else in my heart."

I sneered. If this was his idea of love, then his love was really cheap.

I lay on the bed and told him to leave, "I'm tired, I need to sleep for a while. If you have nothing else, just go."

Brandon stood up and walked out with a gloomy face.

Who told Brandon to be so indiscriminate in finding a mistress? He deserved to be scolded.

Just then, I suddenly felt my phone vibrating under the pillow.

These days, Brandon had clearly relaxed his guard against me, so I kept my phone nearby in case I needed to contact Kathy and the others.

I locked the door and picked it up. Sure enough, it was a call from Kathy.

I knew she wouldn't call me during the day unless it was something important, so I quickly answered.

"Caroline, I had Simon investigate the backgrounds of Brandon and Shirley, and now we have the results."

I nodded and walked to the bathroom to let her speak.

Kathy told me the results of Simon's investigation.

It turned out that Shirley's real name wasn't Shirley, but Bertha Ross. After she got out, she changed her name. She used to work in a restaurant and, relying on her looks, had ambiguous relationships with all the male waiters and the boss.

But they couldn't hide these relationships. Shirley's seduction of the boss was soon discovered by the other male waiters, who secretly told the boss's wife.

The boss's wife was furious and came over to give Shirley a good beating, almost stripping her naked and posting photos online.

Later, the restaurant boss gave Shirley some money, and she had plastic surgery and changed her name before coming to our city, thinking she could use her looks to hook up with a rich second-generation heir.

But her looks weren't exceptionally beautiful, just pretty, so no rich heirs were interested in her.

Shirley faced setbacks everywhere and decided to find a middle-aged boss to seduce. So she became a nanny, and by luck, she met Brandon, who was naturally not picky and would take any woman who threw herself at him.

I listened as she continued, "This Brandon is even more impressive. How did he tell you about his past?"

When I met Brandon, he was a fitness coach. Although he hadn't had much education, he was very gentle.

I ended up with him because I bought fitness courses from him.

Kathy sneered, "He lied to you. Brandon used to be a male escort, and the kind with no bottom line. As long as he was paid, he would sleep with anyone."

Later, Brandon was kept by a female boss, and from then on, he lived off women's money.

After being with the female boss for a long time, she lost interest in him. When she no longer wanted him, he had to find a new target.

"And then that bastard Brandon set his sights on you. After all, you're young and beautiful, much better than those other women."

"Brandon only started working as a coach at that gym a week before you went there. That bastard was there to deceive you."

I thought I would be angry when I heard this, but surprisingly, I felt nothing, as if I were listening to someone else's story.

Maybe ever since I discovered Brandon's true nature, nothing surprised me anymore. I just felt disgusted and regretful.

Regretful that so many years of my marriage had been wasted, and even more regretful that I had given my three children a father like Brandon.

Kathy noticed my silence and cautiously asked, "Caroline, are you too angry to speak?"

I shook my head and chuckled, "Honestly, I'm not surprised at all by Brandon's past. He's just that kind of bastard. I have no expectations of him, so there's no disappointment or anger."

Hearing this, Kathy was relieved.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure that bastard Brandon gets what he deserves."

Listening to her, I couldn't help but laugh.

That night, perhaps because I was angry during the day, he said he wanted to sleep with me.

I felt disgusted inside but couldn't refuse on the surface.

When he came over to hug me, I almost threw up. I quickly got up, "How about some milk before bed? You never liked drinking water."

I went out to get him some milk and put a few sleeping pills in it. Brandon didn't suspect a thing and drank it without hesitation.

Then he tried to do something to me, but I quickly refused, pointing to the kids nearby.

Since I stopped Shirley from taking care of the kids, I had brought the boy-girl twins to my room so I could look after them immediately.

Although they were still afraid of me, I had successfully put them to sleep.

"So what? Let them learn about sex education early, know how their parents made them."

I frowned. This bastard Brandon really didn't care about time or place when he was horny.

I prayed for the sleeping pills to take effect quickly and deliberately stalled until he fell asleep.

He snored loudly, completely at ease.

To make sure he was asleep, I called his name a few times.

"Brandon, Brandon."

He didn't respond. I said, "I want to go to your study to get something. Can you open the door for me?"

Brandon still didn't wake up. The study was where he kept his most important things. If he didn't wake up, he must be truly asleep.

His phone was right next to him. I took it without hesitation. Usually, Brandon's phone would lock when he saw me, so it definitely had a password.

The phone had a password. I tried unlocking it with Brandon's fingerprint, and he didn't react.

Once the phone was unlocked, I searched through it, trying to find something.

But his phone was excessively clean, like a conservative middle-aged man's.

This was completely out of character for him, and if that were the case, he wouldn't need to hide his phone.

There must be some hidden secrets in it.

Sure enough, I found a system-changing app on his phone. When I opened it, the phone immediately changed its appearance.

This must be what he usually looked at.

The phone's screen had several hookup apps. I didn't bother looking at them and directly opened WhatsApp.

His WhatsApp was a mess, with all kinds of people, but mostly women and groups discussing women, with particularly disgusting comments.

Until I found his chat with Moira.

Brandon was very cautious, deleting chat records from a few weeks ago, leaving only the recent ones.

Brandon had asked Moira to find someone named Reed Fields.

Moira didn't know him, but I did.

Reed was my mom Kelly's former student. Looking at the time, it was right when Brandon went to see Kelly that he asked Moira to find Reed. Did he discover something at our house?