I'm five years older than Jack. So, when he was 28, I was already 33. 

He once told me that age would never be an issue between us. However, later he said to his childhood friend, "I don't know why, but once Lily turned 30, I just feel she's... a bit off-putting."



After that, he had an affair with a woman who vaguely resembled me. 

He gave me love and gave her physical intimacy, they think I won't find out.. That was until I presented him with the divorce papers.



I smiled and told him, "Actually, there's a great advantage to dating and marrying an older woman. That is, she can take risks and handle the consequences!"

Sometimes a woman's intuition is incredibly sharp. While Jack was taking a shower in the bathroom, his phone rang. It was a local number with no caller ID. I answered it.



I said "Hello" twice and asked, "Who's this?" 

There was complete silence on the other end, and then the line went dead. 

That brief moment of silence seemed like an unspoken understanding. The caller knew who I was, and I sensed something was amiss.



So, I unlocked Jack's phone. Using the phone number, I found the person on his social media. It was a girl with a cute anime profile picture and the nickname "Peach." 

There was no special note for her, and notifications from her were muted.



Their chat history was clean, with only one unread message: "I miss you." Those four words made my heart skip a beat. I suspected that Jack was having an affair.



My hand holding the phone suddenly felt weak. I clicked into the girl's social media page. 

The cover photo was probably of her, with a ponytail and a pouty face, exuding a youthful charm. She was indeed pretty. I didn't look closely; I just took a photo with my phone.



There were quite a few posts on her page. I scrolled through quickly and stopped at one. She wrote, "I only want $199 in a transfer. Not a single dollar more!"



Below was a screenshot of her chat with Jack. He was labeled as "Princess's Provider."



She asked Jack, "What about the $199 you promised me?" 

Jack transferred $20,000, but she refused it and sent it back. "I only want $199!" she insisted. Jack replied with a string of ellipses but still transferred the $199.



She then said, "Do you know what $199 means? It means I want to be with you forever!" I took a photo of the post expressionlessly.



After leaving her page, I checked Jack's payment history. I looked at all the transactions between them. 

There were so many that I couldn't scroll to the top. The most regular large - scale transfer was $5000 at the beginning of each month, which had been going on for three months. 

There were also countless other amounts, big and small, including some special numbers like $199, $520, and $1314.



I took a photo of each transaction. I remained calm throughout the process. Even when I closed the app, I remembered to mark their chat as unread.