Alicia soaked in the warmth of the bath, letting the gentle steam envelop her like a cocoon. When Monica discovered Caden had brought Alicia home, she chattered excitedly, her eyes shining. "The Yates family scandal! Who would have thought Caden would return? And now, with his success, he doesn't need the inheritance. So why show up? To torment Joshua? It's like a soap opera—two brothers at odds, one your soon-to-be ex-husband, the other your nemesis. So, who are you rooting for, Alicia?"

But Alicia's mind wandered, Monica's chatter fading into the background. "Alicia? Hey, Alicia!"

Only then did Alicia return to reality. "Huh? Sorry, did you say something?"

"Are you okay? You seem distracted." Monica's eyes narrowed with concern, gently touching Alicia's forehead. "You're not ill, are you?"

Alicia shook her head, but the fog in her mind persisted. "I'm fine," she murmured, her thoughts drifting. Was Caden the man from that night? The smell, his movements, his voice… it was all too familiar. She tried to recall the details: the private cinema shrouded in shadow, only the faint screen glow illuminating the space. She'd been so absorbed, she hadn't really looked at his face.

Alicia frowned. A nagging feeling persisted. With a frustrated sigh, she pushed the thoughts aside, stepped from the tub, and dried her hair. As she wrapped herself in a towel, her phone rang. It was Joshua, again. Without hesitation, she blocked his number.

Emerging from the bathroom, she saw Monica at the window. As Monica was about to close the curtains, Alicia saw Joshua's car leaving. "Look at that," Monica sneered. "Madly in love with you all of a sudden?"

Alicia shrugged and fell onto the bed. Love? Joshua? The thought was laughable. If he truly cared, he wouldn't have left her in the rain. She was done with him.

As they were falling asleep, Monica sat up. "Alicia, the person who bought the drugs wasn't Joshua. My father said the buyer was Lillian. Is that Joshua's secretary?"

Alicia turned, gripping Monica's arm. Her mind raced, trying to recall every "Lillian" connected to Joshua. There were too many. But she knew one thing: Joshua had never mentioned their wedding anniversary. Only someone close would know that secret. That woman, whom she'd fiercely protected.

Alicia whispered, "Thank you, Monica. You've been a great help. Let's try to sleep." She exhaled softly, knowing she needed rest to plan her revenge.

The next morning, her phone rang; an unknown number. "Mrs. Bennett, we've found what you were looking for, but you must claim it. I'll send the address."

Alicia was wary, suspecting a scam. But the caller ID showed a luxury number—no scammer would use that. "What are you talking about?" she asked cautiously.

"From her wedding ring."

Oh.

Her thoughts immediately returned to the man from that night. Her heart leaped. The caller hung up, then sent a text with the address: the Blizzard Building. The Blizzard Building—owned by the founder of Crest Group, known for its cloud robots and microchips. Who had she slept with?

Confused, Alicia checked the address again. Her eyes widened: the CEO's office. "My God."

That day, en route to the Blizzard Building, Alicia checked the Crest Group shareholders. They all had foreign-sounding names, all over fifty. Foreigners… It explained the man's… size.

Stunned, Alicia touched her flushed cheeks. Standing before the Blizzard Building's logo, she felt a growing sense of unease. Was it a trap? She grabbed self-defense items before entering.

As she entered the elevator, a car pulled up; Lilliana and Joshua emerged. He gripped her hand, worry etched on his face. "Joshua, can you handle this?"

Since returning, Caden had acquired entertainment companies, one of which Lilliana had invested in. Her career had been disrupted by Caden's unexpected intervention.

Joshua stared at the building, his expression unreadable. "Caden's problems with me are personal. If he involves you, he'll damage his reputation. Don't worry, I'll talk to him." Lilliana clung to him, tears in her eyes. "Please, Joshua! Help me! I've worked so hard." "Don't worry. I'll take care of it." He squeezed her hand, his gaze fixed on the building.

Meanwhile, Alicia stood outside the CEO's office, blocked by the security system. A red light flashed; a robotic voice warned of unauthorized intrusion. Hank appeared, his face impassive. "Mrs. Bennett, hand over the items."