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While watching male models dance in a bar, I suddenly got splashed with red wine.
sured at the cold, sticky liquid seeping through the silk fabric of my dress, momentarily frozen in
Who the hell would dare to pull this shit on me?
The male model beside me frantically grabbed napkins from the table and moved to dab at my
met che
I held up my band to stop him and slowly raised my gaze to confront my assailant.
The girl stood before me. practically vibrating with anger.
She wore a fcwy white sundress with Converse sneakers–completely out of place in this upscale mama. Sycu overlocked the rage in her eyes, she might have been mistaken for the innocent
girl–next-door type.
“I wen you stay away from Ethan.” She clenched her fists.
I leaned back against the plush leather of the booth, tilting my head slightly.
So titis was about my husband Ethan.
I traced my finger along my eyebrow, my voice deliberately casual. “Ethan Lockwood? And you are..mitat to him exactly?”
The girl spraightened her spine, a flicker of smug satisfaction crossing her face.
I’m his grifriend. We’re getting married soon, which is why you home–wrecking bitch need to back the fuck off and stop trying to ruin our relationship.”
She leaned forward, her confidence growing. “Didn’t your mother teach you anything? Ecmexrreckers always get what’s coming to them.”
“Keep messing with my fiancé, and I’ll make sure everyone on TikTok knows what kind of person you really are.”
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Her words tumbled out in rapid succession, but they carried little weight.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I rose from my seat and moved closer to her.
Since when did Ethan start going for naïve college girls?
Something in my expression must have unsettled her because she took a cautious step backward. “What are you doing?”
I smiled, resting my hands on her trembling shoulders.
“Don’t be scared, sweetheart. I’m just curious how you found out about me.”
She clenched her jaw, her eyes filled with contempt.
“If you didn’t want people to know, you should’ve been more careful. I’ve seen your type
before–gold–diggers who throw themselves at wealthy men without caring if they’re already taken.”
“People like you have no morals, no shame.”
“You know what they say about karma? Breaking up relationships will come back to haunt you.”
She spoke with such conviction, as if I were truly the villain in her story.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer and burst into laughter.
She stared at me, confusion spreading across her face.
Having had my fill of amusement, I clutched my side and sank back into the booth.
“Is that right? Being the ‘other woman‘ sounds so tragic.”
“But here’s some advice–before you come storming in with accusations, maybe do
“As far as I know, Ethan doesn’t have a fiancée.”
your homework.”
She opened her mouth to protest, “I’m his-”
“What he does have,” I interrupted smoothly, “is a wife of five years.” I casually extracted a
marriage certificate from my purse and placed it on the table.
“What are you talking about?” She stepped forward angrily, but her voice died in her throat when
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she saw the official document with our photos clearly displayed.
“See it clearly now?” I asked, the corner of my mouth curling upward. “If not, don’t worry. Ethan has his copy too. You can always curl up in his arms and take a good look at it later.”
I sighed dramatically, throwing her earlier words back at her.
“You know, I’ve seen girls like you before–gold–diggers who throw themselves at wealthy men without caring if they’re already married.”
“People like you have no morals, no shame.”
“You know what they say about karma? Breaking up marriages will come back to haunt you.”
The color drained from her face as she swayed slightly.
I reached into my purse and pulled out a stack of hundred–dollar bills, tossing them onto the table.
“Anyway. Thanks for taking care of my husband these past few months.”
“I’m not sure what your going rate is, but leave your number. Next time my husband needs some company, I’ll give you a call.”
Her eyes welled with tears, her face flushing with anger and humiliation.
“I’m not a… don’t insult me like that.”
I trailed my fingers along the male model’s sculpted abs, my expression earnest.
“I apologize. My husband can be quite the player.”
“But don’t worry, I’ll make sure he learns his lesson when he gets home tonight.”
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