Chapter 2

Monica really was different from the others to Ethan.

Before this, no matter how I hurt him, he had taken it in silence.

This time, he reported me to the police.

Monica handed over a video and accused me of unlawful detention and ordering others to sexually assault Ethan. She wanted the police to arrest me.

She waved her arms around as she spoke.

"Officer, she's an attorney. She knows the law and still breaks it. Someone like that practicing law is terrifying. You have to arrest her."

The police asked me if what she said was true.

I shook my head.

"No. It's slander. She was sleeping with my husband and wanted to replace me. I refused to divorce him, so the two of them set this up to frame me."

The way the officers looked at Monica changed at once, contempt written across their faces.

Monica panicked.

"There's video, and you're still calling it slander? I have a witness too."

With one call, she brought in one of the girls who had been in the room that day.

The girl admitted that I had told her to do unspeakable things to Ethan, and she even produced the drugs.

Monica looked smug at once.

"Witness, physical evidence, all of it is here. Vivian, what else can you say?"

I said nothing. I calmly laid out one piece of evidence after another.

Chat records of Ethan arranging to meet several girls.

Surveillance footage of Ethan opening the door for them.

Proof that the drugs had been bought through Ethan's own account.

Even the room itself was one Ethan often booked.

The evidence showed that Ethan had arranged the meeting himself, taken things too far, and then tried to pin it all on me.

Monica's face flushed with anger.

"You forged all of this. Ethan would never do that."

"Why wouldn't he?"

I pressed a hand to my chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Miss Shaw, you really don't know my husband very well. This is exactly the kind of fun he likes. You're still young. Leave the scumbag while you can."

Monica took my sincere advice as mockery.

She kept insisting I had forged the evidence and demanded that the police investigate it properly.

But after they looked into the matter, nothing proved I had done it.

In the end, even that witness changed her statement. She produced transfer records and said Monica had paid her to lie.

Monica went pale with rage.

"That's bullshit. That day, you were the one who worked him the hardest."

As she spoke, she moved to strike.

I stopped her.

"Miss Shaw, she was kind enough to testify for you, and now you're hitting her? That's not very reasonable."

Seeing how familiar I was with the other woman, Monica understood at once.

"You two are working together."

No matter how much she raged, the police ultimately let the matter drop.

They told Monica to come back when she had solid evidence, then sent us out of the station.

I had just sent the witness away when Monica stormed over and slapped me.

"Vivian, Ethan stopped loving you a long time ago. You keep clinging to him. Have you no shame?"

I had always believed in an eye for an eye.

So before she could finish, I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her twice.

"Am I the shameless one? Or is it the mistress who showed her own intimate photos at someone else's mother's birthday party?"

At that, Monica gave me a strange smile.

"Ethan was right. Your mother really is your weak spot."

My stomach dropped.

"Monica, I have always believed that when a man cheats, it means I failed to keep my own man in line. That's why I punished Ethan and left you alone."

"But if you dare touch my mother, I'll make sure both of you are finished."

"Oh? And how exactly are you going to finish us?"

Monica smiled like she had already won.

"Vivian, aren't you curious why Ethan isn't here today?"

My pulse kicked up.

I was about to grab her hair again and force the answer out of her when my phone rang.

After I answered, I froze.