Chapter 377

Ivy, on the other hand, was in high spirits. Serves him right for parading around in disguise, tricking everyone. Before they were married, it didn’t matter much. If he wanted to keep up the act, let him. She wasn’t invested.

But now they were husband and wife–and what’s more important in a marriage than honesty? Yet he was still hiding things from her. Even when she’d given him a clear chance last time–asked him outright if he’d ever lied to her–he’d denied it without missing a beat, swearing up and down that he’d never deceived her.

Well, if that’s how he wants to play it, he can’t blame her for turning the tables and giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Mrs. Smith: Why did you suddenly go quiet? Are you still there?

Jamison clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

Dr. Handsome: It’s late. You’re up chatting with some guy online–doesn’t your husband mind?

Ivy: He’s not here. Who knows what he’s off doing.

Dr. Handsome: And you’re not going to look for him?

Ivy: Look for what? He’s a grown man. It’s not like he’s going to get lost in his own house.

Ivy: Besides, I’m just chatting with someone online. It’s not like I’m having an affair or sneaking behind his back. What’s the big deal?

Jamison stared at the screen, face darkening. What the hell did she mean by that? Did she think only sleeping with someone else counted as cheating? She had a husband–and here she was, flirting with some guy on the internet in the middle of the night? That was crossing a line.

Jamison couldn’t bring himself to type another word. He shot up from his chair, slammed his laptop shut, and stormed out of the study, seething. He had to see for himself–was she really smiling at her screen, all sweet and innocent, while chatting with another man? If she was, then-

He flung open the door, only to run straight into Ivy, who was heading toward the study.

“Oh? You’re in here?” she said, surprised. “I was just wondering what you were up to this late, showered and dressed but not in bed.”

Jamison stopped dead, caught off guard. She’d just claimed she wasn’t looking for him, and here she was. His irritation and frustration were written all over his face–he didn’t have time to hide it. And then, he noticed the phone in her hand. Just as he looked, the screen went dark. He knew she was rattled–that’s why she’d quickly locked the screen and lowered her phone.

Ivy caught every flicker of emotion on his face. To make him even more suspicious, she deliberately acted shifty, tucking her phone behind her back. Then she stepped closer, her tone soft with concern. “What were you doing in the study?”

Jamison felt torn–his anger churning, but also a hint of guilt and dread that she’d see through him.

“Nothing. I was just looking over the documents Boyd sent earlier,” he said stiffly, his expression cold.

Ivy slipped her hand around his right arm, her voice gentle. “You’re still recovering. You should rest–work can wait till morning.”

Jamison was caught off guard. Just a minute ago, she’d been so nonchalant online, acting like none of this mattered–and now here she was, playing the caring wife as if nothing had happened. The ease with which she switched roles–her flawless performance–was almost unbelievable.

He stared at her in silence, his mind spinning. Should he confront her? Confess everything and demand to know if she was emotionally cheating? Or should he keep pretending, swallow his anger, and deal with it on his own?

He hadn’t decided when Ivy suddenly leaned in, her face close, brows knitted in concern. “What’s wrong? Who pissed you off this late at night? You look miserable.”

Jamison kept his icy stare locked on her. They stood in silence for a few seconds before he spat out a single word, his voice full of frustration.

“You.”