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2024-09-20 07:00:46Fiona’s POV
I sat back in the warm spa, the steam rising around me, as I enjoyed the treatment. Yesterday had been an intense day, but the look on Stevenson’s face when he realized he’d lost everything—it was all worth it. The shock, the defeat... He deserved it for all his lies, for all the betrayal.“I’ll never forget that look,” I said to Phoebe, who lay beside me with her face covered in a cooling mask. “Your father really had it coming. After everything he did to us.”Phoebe smiled beneath her mask. “He definitely did. I even made some calls to find out more about his mistress to humiliate the slut, but there’s no progress yet. She’s either hiding really well or she’s not who we think she is.”I sighed, letting the heat of the spa melt my worries away. “Honestly, I don’t even care about her anymore. Let her have him. I just want to enjoy my life now, without constantly thinking about Stevenson and his affairs.”Phoebe laughed softly.Related chapters
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