”Almost killed you?” Steven looked puzzled. "Miss Middleton, what are you saying?""Are you sure this person named Cindy is Max's mistress?"Steven replied calmly, "I can't guarantee it's one hundred percent certain, but I'm ninety-five percent sure."Wendy mentioned that Steven was a well-known private detective in Johnsonville. He was skilled and resourceful, and his team usually handled cases for the wealthy. They were so popular that they had a waiting list. It was common knowledge in the industry that Steven charged high fees, but his professional skills justified the cost. If Steven was ninety percent sure about something, then it was almost a certainty.I couldn't help but sneer, feeling a chill run down my spine.So, she had tried to kill me!Clutching the call records in my hand, I tried to keep my voice calm. "About six months ago, I met Cindy once.""I was six months pregnant at the time, and according to the doctor's instructions, I had to go for prenatal screening a
After making that statement, I called my husband, Max, on the phone and urgently said, "Honey, please help me call the police. I need to go to the hospital right away. My stomach is in a lot of pain, and I'm really worried about the baby..."In that moment, I was sweating profusely from the pain and didn't realize that Max was silent on the other end of the line while I was speaking to the person responsible for the accident.Despite my dislike for her, I got into Cindy's car and allowed her to drive me to the hospital. I couldn't risk the safety of my baby.During the car ride, Cindy asked me, "You're pretty far along, about five or six months pregnant, right? Why didn't your husband take you to the hospital? Does he really love you? What's the purpose of your marriage?"At the time, I was naive and simply thought she was a reckless and rude woman. Looking back, it's clear that she was intentionally trying to provoke me!Upon arriving at the hospital, Max joined us shortly after.
"Miss Middleton, life is not like a novel. Those privileged children from wealthy families, who have witnessed the deception and rivalry in aristocratic circles, are far from innocent. Cindy comes from such a background. In marriages like hers, personal decisions are often overridden. Max may not even come close to reaching the level of the Lansworth family even in a decade. Doesn't Cindy realize that?"Indeed, the daughter of Devon Electronics and a self-made man from humble beginnings were completely different worlds. The beautiful love stories between a wealthy heiress and a poor commoner only exist in novels. In real life, most relationships consider social status and financial gain."While I don't have concrete evidence yet, my intuition tells me that Cindy's target is you, not Max," Steven chuckled. "From my perspective, Cindy wouldn't be so foolish. Whether she fell head over heels for Max or just wanted to have some fun, if she truly wanted him, she could pressure him to divo
I pursed my lips and said, "I'll take your advice and be more careful."Steven stood up and said, "I'll update you as soon as I have news.""Okay."With swift movements, Steven grabbed his toolbox and left my house. Once he was gone, the room fell silent. I looked up at the bookshelves covering the wall and followed them up to the high ceiling where a skylight let in the morning sunlight, casting dust motes dancing in its beams. Suddenly, my life felt very uncertain.At that moment, Wendy called, asking if I had met with Steven and how our conversation went."He seems trustworthy, but maybe a bit imaginative.""What do you mean?" Wendy asked. "What did he speculate?"I told Wendy about Steven's investigation into Cindy's identity and his speculations.After hearing me out, Wendy asked, "Jen, are you absolutely sure you don't know Cindy? Think carefully. Have you ever encountered her in your life? According to Steven's logic, this woman must harbor intense resentment toward you
To avoid any meddling from his overbearing mother, Max decided to purchase a bus ticket for her the following day. He accompanied her to the bus station, bidding her farewell.With the presence of the unpleasant person out of the house, the atmosphere became noticeably more refreshing.Meanwhile, I prepared a cup of warm milk for myself and put on my headphones. I then launched the app that Teacher Wendy had recommended to me, allowing me to discreetly listen in on the device hidden in Max's car.The conversation between Max and his mother during their car ride proved to be quite intriguing. Concerned, Max's mom inquired, "Max, now that I'm leaving, who will keep an eye on that despicable woman? What if she tries something while you're at work?""Don't worry, Mom. I have everything under control. I've installed cameras at home, enabling me to monitor her every move," Max reassured her.He must have shown his mother the live feed from the surveillance cameras on his phone, saying,
"Huh?""So, that's why I need to get Jen's inheritance. Then I'll have the confidence to meet Cindy's parents."Ha... using the money my parents left me as a facade to impress the mistress's family? Is that what you're scheming, Max? You shameless jerk! Fat chance!After that, they didn't discuss anything important.Not long after, Steven messaged me a location.It was a place called Asta Residence.A well-known luxury community in Johnsonville, where the average price is a hundred grand. You need either proof of substantial funds or elite status to even be considered for a chance to buy there.Steven sent a photo: Max was helping Annie with her luggage from the basement to the elevator.Steven: They're going to the sixteenth floor. It's one apartment per floor in this community.Me: Got it.Steven: I'll arrange for someone to keep watch, but since you caught Max cheating, he'll probably behave for a while. Miss Jen, don't rush.Me: I'm not rushing. I have plenty of time to
Upon hearing Max's explanation, Cindy's disbelief was evident. She smiled and retorted, "Come on, Max, do you think I'm stupid?""Seriously, Cindy, that night I..."Max began to explain, but Cindy interrupted him abruptly, issuing an ultimatum, "Here's the deal, Max. I'll give you a month. If you can't resolve things with Jen within that time, then it's over between us."Max asked solemnly, "Cindy, don't you love me anymore?"Suddenly, it reminded me of that night when he knelt before me, asking in the same tone, "Honey, don't you love me anymore?"I felt nauseated."I don't blame you. I was just a step too late to meet you. I thought after that night, we wouldn't see each other again. But who knew when we met again, you were already someone else's husband. Maybe we just don't have enough fate, Max."After saying this, Cindy hung up the phone.Max repeated "hello" several times, then cursed in frustration, "Damn it."Indeed, with such a grand opportunity within reach, everythi
He was using the same trick he used when he proposed to me outside the girls' dormitory. Honestly, I almost couldn't resist rushing into the kitchen to grab a knife and chop his head off. He was insulting my intelligence. Just the thought of how I used to fall for such cheap tricks made me feel incredibly angry.Inside, anger and disgust were boiling within me, but I couldn't let him see that. I had to show reluctance and indecision, because now I was a pitiful woman plagued by marriage and love issues.I watched Max play the guitar mechanically, holding a large bouquet of roses as he approached me. I pinched my thigh hard, tears welling up instantly. I looked at Max through tear-filled eyes, biting my lip hard to stop the tears from falling.Max gazed at me with sincerity and asked, “Honey, do you still remember this song?"Feeling a bit nauseous, yet I had to pretend to be in agony, I replied, "I don't remember."As I turned away, tears stubbornly trickled down my cheeks.Setti