I watched her walk straight into my bedroom, wearing one of my expensive silk nightgowns and spraying on my perfume. She gave a cold snort and muttered to herself, “How could a rich man like that be into someone as boring as Simone?
“She’s all dried up like a wrinkled potato. How could she even begin to compete with my body?”
As she spoke, she pulled out my limited-edition Hermès handbag and tried it on in front of the mirror, practically glowing with vanity.
Just then, Luke called.
“What now?” she snapped, clearly annoyed.
“So? Any progress? Did Jayden finally pounce on you last night or what?”
Luke’s voice came through the speaker, full of impatience.
“Pounce on me? He’s like a damn block of wood. I practically threw myself at him, and he didn’t even flinch. For all I know, he’s gay!”
That made Luke even more anxious. “Useless! You’ve never had trouble getting men before. Why are you flopping now when I actually need you to deliver?”
“Ugh, screw you!” Tricia said.
“You’ve got some nerve blaming me. If you hadn’t racked up all that debt and nearly gotten hacked to death by loan sharks, would I even be doing this crap, seducing another man? And besides, it’s not like I can force him to sleep with me!”
“Idiot! You don’t need to sleep with him to get pregnant!”
Hearing that, Tricia thought of something, and her eyes lit up with a spark of excitement.
“You’re right. With how advanced things are nowadays, all I need is to get my hands on one of Jayden’s used rubbers. Then getting pregnant with his kid will be a piece of cake!”
After that, she and Luke kept whispering back and forth. The audio from the surveillance wasn’t perfect, so I couldn’t make out the rest, but I had a pretty good idea what they were plotting.
That night, when I returned home and walked through the door, I saw Jayden stumbling out of our bedroom, looking panicked, with a disheveled Tricia following behind him, half-dressed.
The second he saw me, his face changed, and he rushed over to grab me.
“Honey, it’s not what it looks like! Tricia said her clothes tore and asked me to help. Just as I was about to refuse, she suddenly started taking her clothes off—”
“How could I ever misunderstand you, dear?” I cut him off quickly, not wanting him to say anything he shouldn’t.
Then I walked up and linked my arm through his with a smile. I pretended nothing was wrong and turned to look at Tricia. “Tricia, are you okay?”
“I… I’ll just go back to the guest room,” she mumbled, covering her mouth and hurrying off.
She did the exact same thing in the previous life. Back then, the whole “shocked and humiliated” act was part of her setup. She had secretly turned on her phone beforehand and recorded the whole scene, faking evidence that Jayden had assaulted her.
That so-called “proof” ended up going viral. The netizens had called it “Hammer of Thor”, smashing our reputation completely.
But this time, I’d like to see what kind of game she thought she could play with my surveillance cameras rolling.
