Rebecca enjoyed her daily routine—until the window washer left a cryptic note. Chilled by the possibility of a hidden truth, she lifted the carpet as instructed and nearly fainted at the sight of women’s underwear. Who did they belong to? Why were they here?
She ran to the window. “Excuse me! What’s going on?”
The washer looked up, his expression serious. “You found it, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, holding up the undergarments. “What is this about?”
“I’m Harry,” he said, stepping closer. “I saw your fiancé with another woman. She ran when she saw me. He hid those underpants under the carpet.”
Rebecca’s heart pounded. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. Your ring made me realize you had no idea. I’m sorry.”
Fury replaced her shock. “Thanks, Harry. I appreciate your honesty.”
Determined, she formed a plan. On Saturday, Harry discreetly photographed Daniel’s infidelity. Armed with proof, Rebecca confronted Daniel, demanding he repay her father’s wedding expenses—or she’d expose him.
Days later, she canceled the wedding, announcing it online. Free at last, she met Harry for coffee, grateful for his help. A new chapter awaited.
