Neighbor’s Daughter in My Bed

At three in the morning, I was jolted awake by a call from the building's management office.

When I opened my phone, I saw someone had mentioned me in the building's group chat.

Apartment 1601, have you no shame? Making those noises every night at this hour, as if you want everyone to know you're having sex!

"My daughter just started college, and now she's been corrupted by you."

"If you dare make those sounds again, I'll start a livestream and let everyone know how shameless you are!"

My downstairs neighbor kept hurling accusations at me, and other residents chimed in, saying they'd all been disturbed by my sounds.

But I wasn't even home right then!

Thinking my husband might be cheating, I quickly opened the bedroom surveillance camera.

The moment I saw the woman on the bed clearly, I laughed.

Wasn't this the college freshman daughter from downstairs?

After a week of back-to-back business trips, I was exhausted and just wanted to get home and crash.

At three in the morning, my driver had just merged onto the highway.

Lying in the back seat, I was woken by an unexpected call from property management.

I opened the homeowners' group and found Sharon complaining againshe lived in the unit below mine.

Ever since she moved in below us, she'd been complaining nonstop. Either our footsteps were too heavy and disturbing her rest, or we had too many guests and the elevator passed by her floor too frequently.

Big issues, small issuesshe'd tagged me countless times.

Seeing her accusations this time were completely baseless, I hadn't planned on responding.

But even neighbors who usually stayed silent were speaking up.

"These things happen, we understand, but the noise is really too loud. It's definitely inappropriate. 1601, you should be more careful."

"This is a school district. Everyone has underage children. Yesterday my son asked me what those sounds were. It was really hard to explain."

Reading these messages, I was stunned.

If it were just Sharon hearing something, she might be deliberately causing trouble. But I had no conflicts with the other neighborsthey had no reason to slander me.

Perhaps they were mistaking sounds from another unit for mine.

With this thought, I posted screenshots of last night's business meeting records and my current location in the group.

"I really haven't been home these past few days. You must have the wrong person."

After my explanation, the group suddenly went silent.

Five minutes later, Sharon sent a mocking voice message.

"I put my ear to the door and listened. The sounds are definitely coming from your place. If it's not you, then who?"

My heart sank as I immediately thought of my husband cheating.

But we'd known each other since high school, survived the difficult long-distance years during college, and built our business together to get where we are today.

After all these years together, I couldn't believe he would cheat.

Another neighbor tagged me in the group: "1601, we get ityour husband has stamina. But could you please stop making those sounds!"

With trembling hands, I replied in the group.

"I'm not home. Give me a moment to check the surveillance."

This was surveillance my best friend had convinced me to secretly install in the bedroom. She said with our substantial assets now and my frequent business trips, our marriage might eventually fall apart.

If my husband cheated first, maybe the surveillance would capture evidence.

At the time, I'd dismissed her concerns.

I never expected I'd actually see my husband with another woman on that surveillance footage!

The woman turned her head at just the right moment.

The instant I saw her, I was stunned.

Wasn't this Sharon's college freshman daughter?!

I stared at the screen in disbelief, my body trembling uncontrollably.

In that moment, I knew for certainthe man who'd weathered hardships with me had cheated.

And I didn't even know when he and his mistress had gotten together.

Sharon's accusations continued flooding the group, but I was furious yet clear-headed enough to know that the priority now wasn't fighting back, but preserving evidence and catching them in the act!

Over the years, Marcus and I had accumulated joint assets worth tens of millions. Since he cheated first, I'd make sure to take as much as possible in the divorce.

I quickly contacted my best friend, who's a lawyer.

Learning of Marcus's infidelity, she cursed him several times before asking me, "How soon can you get home?"

I glanced up at my driver.

Having overheard my conversation with my friend, he'd realized something was wrong and sped up considerably.

He told me, "Two hours."

My friend immediately started contacting a private investigator to help me gather evidence.

She also warned me not to tip them off before I got home.

If anyone in the building wanted to knock on my door, I should definitely encourage them in the group to go together, ensuring there would be witnesses.

Before hanging up, she said one last thing: "Serena, drive safely. Don't let your health suffer over a man who isn't worth it."

From the moment I discovered Marcus's cheating, I'd only felt shock and anger.

But after seeing my friend's message, tears fell onto my phone against my will.

No time to reminisce about the past with MarcusSharon, seeing I hadn't responded in the group, started a group voice call.

I declined it.

Sharon continued posting in the group.

"Oh, so you can see group messages? Then why no response?"

"Don't tell me you're playing the victim, pretending to just discover your husband's cheating?"

"I saw your car this afternoon. You were home. Now you won't admit it?"

"When you were screaming, you sounded so slutty. Now suddenly you're embarrassed?"

I explained again that I was really on the highway and wouldn't be home for another hour and a half.

Sharon still didn't believe me.

"If the woman upstairs really isn't you, I'll not only apologize to you publicly, I'll personally help you catch that homewrecker and scratch her face up!"

I went along with Sharon's words, taking the opportunity to say: "Then I'm afraid I'll really have to trouble you to scratch that homewrecker's face for me."

"I saw on the surveillancethose bastards are asleep now."

"I'll be home in an hour and a half. Everyone, please don't tip them off. When I get to the building, I'd appreciate it if the neighbors who are awake could come with me to catch them in the act and help me get justice!"

The people in the group just wanted to watch the drama unfold. No one actually wanted to get involved in this mess.

Seeing me invite them to witness the affair, the group instantly went silent.

Only Sharon kept cursing at me.

"You bitch, trying to gain sympathy by not admitting to it this time. You'd even ruin your own husband's reputation!"

"Others might not know you, but don't I?"

"When we were renovating, you faked being sick and said you needed to sleep, making the workers stay quiet. That delayed us moving in by a month!"

"Later you hit and killed my dog with your car, but stubbornly claimed you'd injured your leg and hadn't been driving at all."

"You fake bitch, this time I'll make you pay!"

I remembered both incidents Sharon mentioned.

Because this building was close to my company, I was among the first residents to move in. At the time, many units were still being renovated.

Everyone renovated during the day, but Sharon insisted on waiting until after work so she could supervise, making the workers renovate in the evening.

I'd tried reasoning with Sharon several times, but each time she'd size up my clothes and sneer.

"How would a pampered wife like you understand how much we sacrificed for this unit? Of course I need to supervise carefully during renovations. If you think it's too loud, go stay in a hotel!"

At the time I'd had a high fever and wasn't in the mood to argue with her. I called the police instead.

Only then did Sharon start renovating during the day. But after moving in, she decided I'd delayed her renovation schedule and demanded I compensate her a hundred thousand dollars for emotional distress.

I completely ignored her.

But a month later, as I was driving out, her daughter ran straight toward me with her dog on a leash.

Even though I braked hard, I still hit the dog. It died on impact.

Sharon and my husband both rushed to the scene.

Sharon hysterically claimed the dog was their family member and demanded I pay two hundred thousand in compensation.

I insisted on following legal procedures. My husband called the police on the spot.

When the police questioned Sharon's daughter, she was so frightened she could only cry. In the end, it was my dashcam footage that proved my innocence.

I paid fifty thousand as humanitarian compensation.

Sharon cursed and complained it wasn't enough, swearing I'd get what I deserved.

My husband stared silently at Grace in the distance. That must have been their first meeting.

And now, they were lying in the same bed.

I didn't rush to explain the truth in the group. Instead, I quickly told my friend about my new discovery.

"Grace and Marcus must have started their affair after I hit that dog."

With this information, my friend reviewed the timeline from the private investigator with me, mapping out when Marcus had cheated.

March 10, 2025: Marcus first met Grace.

June 23: Grace claimed her water heater was broken and came upstairs to shower at our place while I wasn't home.

August 15: The two entered a hotel one after the other.

Until todaynearly seven months. They'd met 53 times. Marcus had spent two million dollars on her from our joint account.

The condo my parents had given me before marriage had become their secret meeting place.

My hands wouldn't stop shaking with rage.

Sharon's messages kept flooding the group.

"This Serena loves playing the victim with her fake innocent act. Having her as a neighbor has been such bad luck!"

"Good thing you parents with kids haven't gotten too close to her, or when your kids cry at night, she might fabricate some story about having a heart condition and claim your crying child triggered an attack!"

"Not like meI raised my daughter for twenty years. She's sweet and well-behaved, blushing even at the sight of people kissing, yet she has to listen to this woman screaming upstairs every night!"

"If she corrupts my innocent daughter, I won't want to live anymore!"

The word "innocent" was particularly jarring.

I directly posted a screenshot from the home surveillance to the group. In the frame, Marcus was holding a woman while sleeping.

But because the image was blurry, Sharon couldn't recognize it was Grace and immediately started cursing at me.

"Serena, you really have no shame! Why are you posting pictures of you and your husband sleeping in the group?!"

"Don't you know there might be minors in this chat?!"

I posted a video from the highway to explain: "I'm on the highway. I'll be home in forty minutes. The surveillance is live. How many times do I have to saythe woman making those sounds in my home is NOT me!"

Seeing my anger, people in the group started urging Sharon to back off, saying it might really be a misunderstanding.

But Sharon kept insisting.

"With Serena's fake innocent act, if I'd really wronged her, she would've been crying and calling the police by now!"

"I'm not trying to be aggressive. As long as she promises not to be so loud in the future and compensates my daughter three hundred thousand for emotional distress, we'll let this go."

Reading the message, I couldn't help but laugh coldly.

No wonder she was making such a big deal todayshe thought she'd caught me in the wrong and wanted to force me to pay up!

She'd demanded a hundred thousand during renovations, two hundred thousand when I hit the dog.

She called me a pampered wife living off my husband, yet all she thought about was my money.

I could no longer contain my fury. I sent a voice message to the group: "Sharon, not only is the woman upstairs not me, but even if she were, what you're doing right now is extortion!"

Sharon fired back.

"I'm slandering you? Your voice is already hoarse from screaming, and you're still denying it!"

"Just tell meare you going to pay the emotional distress compensation or not!"

I replied directly: "I know you're jealous of my money, but I earned it through hard work. I'd rather donate it all than give you a single cent for slandering me. And this time, I'm also a victim!"

"Bullshit! My daughter is the victim! Since you won't take what I'm offering, don't blame me for getting justice for my daughter!"

After saying this, Sharon directly shared a livestream link in the group.

When I clicked it, I discovered Sharon was the streamer. In her stream, she was tearfully complaining about how I screamed every day, corrupting her daughter and causing her to mature too early. She claimed that because of me, her daughter had almost been tricked into working at a nightclub.

And when she tried to get justice for her daughter by calling me out in the group, she was accused of extortion.

Sharon cried hysterically, looking like a desperate mother trying to protect her daughter.

Viewers in the livestream who didn't know the truth were immediately outraged and rallied behind Sharon.

"Why even talk to this bitch? Just kick her out of the building and make her compensate you with her condo!"

"Best case scenario, this woman is a gold digger kept by her husband. Worst case, she's a mistress herself. I suggest the streamer expose her identity. If she really is a mistress, it'll be even easier to deal with!"

Sharon pretended to accidentally leak my information in the livestream.

Within five minutes, all my information had been dug up, and my company received over a thousand reports overnight!

The deal I'd spent a week negotiating on this business tripthe client decided to terminate it after seeing the news.

My employees kept calling, asking what was going on and how the company should handle PR.

"Save all the evidence and have legal prepare to sue."

After responding to my employees, I quickly called each client back to explain, with no time to address the online backlash.

I contacted all the clients.

By then, the car had finally stopped at the building entrance.

My friend said the evidence chain for Marcus's affair was ready.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at the dim morning sky outside and sent a message to the group.

"I know everyone wants to watch the drama. I'm downstairs now. If you're still awake, come with me to catch them in the act."

I opened the door and got out, looking up at my floor.

Many people were leaning out, looking down.

Sharon was the first to rush down, holding up her streaming phone. The camera was pointed at my face, but she told her livestream viewers:

"This bitch must have snuck out of her home when I wasn't paying attention, deliberately creating the illusion that she wasn't home!"

"I bet there's no one in her place now. When we open the door, she'll definitely say I deliberately slandered her. But she doesn't knowI already recorded her screaming!"

Seeing quite a few neighbors had gathered around, I smiled coldly.

"I checked the surveillance. Those bastards are still at home. We won't come up empty."

"Now, I'm going to take everyone upstairs to catch them in the act!"