What were you doing in bed with my wife?

As soon as Stephen got into his car, he called Emma. After just two rings, Emma picked up and said, "I knew it! Elena and you can't stay apart. Hand the phone over to her—I need to talk to her."

Stephen was stunned. His voice turned sharp. "What are you talking about? Elena isn’t with me!"

Emma’s tone grew worried. "Stephen, this is no time for jokes. Alena left early this morning to meet you at your office."

Hearing this, Stephen slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. "Emma, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I need to see my wife right now. I’m coming to your place, and I expect Elena to be there. I’ll be there in ten minutes."

Without waiting for a response, Stephen hung up and sped off.

When he arrived at Emma's house, he rang the doorbell repeatedly. After a moment, Emma opened the door, rubbing her temple. "Have you completely lost it? What are you doing here, yelling for Elena?"

Stephen grabbed her by the shoulders, his frustration boiling over. "Where’s Elena? What have you done with her? Bring her out—I need my wife!"

Emma shook him off, glaring. "Damon, stop this nonsense! I don’t have Elena. Why would I hide her?"

Stephen ran his hands through his hair, pacing in agitation. "Then where is she? If she’s with her boyfriend, I swear I’ll kill him!"

Emma's eyes widened in disbelief. "Do you even hear yourself? Elena is your wife! How can you stoop so low as to accuse her of cheating?"

Stephen snapped back, his voice heavy with bitterness. "I take no pleasure in saying this, Emma. But the truth is, Elena betrayed me. She mocked my love for her. And when I found out she was pregnant, I thought maybe... just maybe, we could fix things. But then I saw her... with another man. For my child's sake, I’m ready to give her a second chance—but only if she leaves that man."

Emma gasped in outrage. "Stephen, you’re unbelievable! Elena loves you with all her heart, and this is how you repay her? By hurling baseless accusations at her?"

Stephen clenched his fists. "I love her too, Emma, but facts are facts. I caught her in bed with a stranger!"

Emma looked horrified, but before she could respond, a voice called from behind her, "Darling?"

Both turned to see a handsome man standing at the door, smiling. Stephen’s face darkened instantly. He stormed forward and grabbed the man by the collar. "Where is she? What have you done with my wife?"

The man looked bewildered, trying to free himself. "What are you talking about? Let go of me!"

Stephen’s grip tightened. "I’ll kill you for what you’ve done to Elena!"

Emma stepped in, pushing Stephen back. "Have you lost your mind? This is John—my boyfriend!"

Stephen froze. "What?"

John, still adjusting his shirt, asked Emma, "Who is this guy? And what’s his problem?"

Stephen’s confusion deepened. "But... I saw photos of you with Elena."

Emma frowned. "What photos? Show me."

Stephen pulled out his phone and handed it to Emma. One photo showed John sliding a ring onto someone’s finger.

John glanced at it and chuckled. "Oh, that. I took Elena shopping for an engagement ring—for Emma! Their hands look similar, so I asked for her help."

Stephen’s eyes narrowed. "Then explain this!" He showed another photo—this one of John and Emma in bed, apparently unclothed.

John’s smile faded. "That’s... not Elena. That’s Emma!"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Stephen, how could you confuse me with your wife? For heaven’s sake, Elena and I are completely different people!"

Stephen stood there, speechless, as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.