Chapter 9
I didn’t respond to Tricia’s accusations or her video right away. Instead, I flooded my own social media accounts with lifestyle photos, shopping sprees, afternoon teas, and weekend getaways.
And in every single photo, I deliberately showed off luxury handbags, sports cars, designer jewelry, and our sprawling penthouse. All the hallmarks of a spoiled rich wife. It was pure bait.
As expected, within days, my follower count exploded by the millions. The comment section was on fire. People tore into me
for flaunting my wealth and being materialistic. Even those who had sided with me began to turn on me.
“What a shameless woman. She’s busy showing off after ruining her best friend’s life.”
“Look at all that designer stuff. Her husband’s clearly rich and powerful. Maybe Tricia was telling the truth!”
“No wonder Tricia insists on keeping the baby. She’s trying to
prove
her innocence!”
“Simone is clueless. Once Tricia gives birth, that child will have inheritance rights. Jayden’s assets will get split for sure!”
I watched the public outrage build and timed it perfectly.
At the peak of the drama, I casually reposted Jayden’s company’s new product launch. Then I collaborated with a few corporate influencer accounts to push product awareness. Within days, his new project hit a historic high in traffic, bringing
in tens of millions.
With buzz at its peak, I had Jayden prepare for the product launch while I got to work on editing the security footage from
tore off her clothes and walked into Jayden’s study.
our home. I carefully clipped together the segment where
The surveillance footage was crystal clear, showing everything from every angle. There was nothing left to the imagination. Her motives, her actions, and their conversation were all captured with audio and video.
Jayden’s rejection came through loud and clear. “Ms. Tate, I suggest you have some self–respect. I love my wife. You’d better cut this act or get out of my house immediately.”
That wasn’t all. I also released clips of Tricia stealing my clothes, swapping my real luxury secretly plotting with Luke to steal Jayden’s used rubbers.
with a
fake
The video was seamlessly edited with sharp, high–quality footage.
The truth was finally out.
The story exploded. Netizens turned on Tricia in full force, dragging her through the mud.
She snapped and started calling me nonstop. She cursed me out in a frenzy, but I blocked her without hesitation.
Luke even tried showing up at our apartment building, hurling insults and threats.
Jayden had security throw him out like garbage.
I contacted a lawyer and handed over all the evidence. We sued them both for defamation, blackmail, and attempted fraud.
The lawyer was confident. “Mrs. Lowe, don’t worry. This case is a
And he was right. With all the evidence in hand, the case mover
Luke were ordered to pay us ten million in damages.
”
a month, the court ruled in our favor. Tricia and
They didn’t have the money, of course. So they played the victim online again, laura pity–party livestreams to milk
donations and sympathy.
But I’d seen it coming. I sent our private investigator to dig into Luke’s credit history and handed the findings to his loan
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sharks, along with evidence of his income.
The moment those debt collectors saw a money trail, they pounced like wild animals. They stormed Luke’s place and beat
him within an inch of his life, demanding repayment.
The problem was, all the cash was in Tricia’s hands. She refused to help, hoping the baby could still turn things around. She clung to the fantasy that giving birth would salvage everything.
Luke finally snapped. He offered Tricia up to the debt collectors.
Their leader took one look at her and said while grinning, “Some guys are into pregnant chicks. She’ll bring in good money.”
Then, despite her screams and struggles, they dragged her away.
Two months later, Tricia was dumped back home in pieces. Her baby had been miscarried after repeated assaults. She was infected with STDs and left infertile.
The debt collector clapped Luke on the back and laughed. “Damn, your wife’s a moneymaker. She paid off your entire debt in just two months. Here, she’s all yours again. We’re square.”
“Great, thanks, boss!” Luke grinned from ear to ear, thrilled that the beatings would finally stop.
Tricia’s eyes were lifeless as she limped into the bathroom on one injured leg. She was silent the entire time.
At first, Luke felt a pang of guilt. But then he remembered the humiliation of her carrying Harry’s baby and shrugged it off.
“She owed me that,” he muttered, turning his attention back to his phone and happily tipping money to girls on livestreams. That was when Tricia came out with a knife in her hand and stabbed it straight into his heart.
Jayden and I were out shopping when we saw the news report. His project had just brought in several hundred million, and everything was blowing up like crazy. He was so grateful that he insisted on buying me a new house and a car.
The headline flashed across a giant screen in the mall.
Tricia, thin as a skeleton, was arrested for murder. Luke had bled out and died on the spot.
Their sins had finally caught up with them.
“Forget about them, honey,” Jayden said with a smile, lacing his fingers through mine as we continued shopping. “We’ve got our own happy life to live.”
I nodded to myself. That was right. With Tricia gone for good, this time around, Jayden and I would live happily ever after. (The End)
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