Sharon went back to her vehicle and waited. She tried to suppress her racing thoughts and calm herself but to no avail. Yu Chin had secrets. He had chosen to come clean about that woman he was in love with before he met her, but might there not be a handful of secrets he was hiding from her? What did she really know about her husband?

As her emotions surged, Sharon decided not to fight them. She allowed her imagination to run wild and felt herself begin to shake uncontrollably. It was just as well that her vehicle was parked in a shadowed corner. She bawled. Tears streamed down her face and she sobbed horribly.

When it was over, Sharon found that her mind had cleared. She was ready to deal with it. Yu Chin might have his secrets but she was the one who had given him permission to hurt her. She could just as readily withdraw that permission. She was done crying. She simply wanted to find out what it was he was hiding from her.

It was another twenty minutes before the three reappeared. Yu Chin got into his vehicle and drove off while the couple walked to the road to hail a taxi. Under the street lamp, the profile of the lady was discernible. It was a young Indian woman with flowing tresses. Although Sharon was spying from too far to recognise the face, she had a curious inkling that this might be the mysterious young lady she had seen on the video clip, the one who was in some strange way linked to the Little India riot.

Sharon remained calm as she tailed the taxi until the young lady alighted at Simei, and then the young man until the ride ended at Tampines. She watched from the kerb as the man sprang up the flight of stairs at the block of HDB flats and she memorised the number of the unit on the second level that he had entered.

Now she had an address.

When Sharon reached home, Yu Chin had showered and was texting in bed. He looked almost calm and collected as he asked where she had been. Sharon lied that she had gone back to the office to retrieve a document she needed.

Now, they both had secrets.

The next afternoon, Sharon was not surprised when Yu Chin texted to inform that Elvis had decided to revert to the original press statement. There was not enough to pin any blame on the young Indian lady. They would have to bite the bullet and submit the video clip as new evidence.

Sharon bit her tongue. She was certain her husband had been blackmailed. What she wanted to know was how.