Chapter 2

I stared at Trevor and Pamela, who were still tangled together in such an intimate position. Something was off, so I cleared my throat loudly.

Suddenly, Trevor snapped back to reality and shoved Pamela aside.

"Lorelai, I was just helping her with the button. I didn't mean to—"

Before he could finish his sentence, I cut him off. "That's enough. Go make me a cup of coffee."

Years of knowing Trevor had taught me exactly what kind of man he was. It was clear that Pamela, the scheming woman, was behind all of this.

Hence, I figured that it was the perfect chance to talk to her alone and get to the bottom of it all.

But to my surprise, Pamela scrambled to her feet. With a pained expression, she rushed ahead of Trevor and said, "Ms. Crawford, let me get the coffee for you."

With that, she disappeared out of the office. Moments later, she returned with a cup in her hands.

I could tell that it was instant coffee from how quickly she returned. Since I only drank freshly brewed ones, I frowned and left the cup untouched.

Pamela's voice broke as she asked, "Ms. Crawford, is it because you think the coffee's dirty? I swear, I washed my hands before making it!"

To my astonishment, Trevor sided with her. He was usually so compliant, but this time, he stated, "Lorelai, give Pammy a break. She has never drunk coffee and doesn't know how to grind beans, so just let it go."

Even so, I didn't respond. Pamela's eyes brimmed with tears at my silence.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Crawford," she apologized. "I come from a poor family and never had enough food or clothes. My mom used to beat and scold me all the time.

"I've never had anything nice like freshly brewed coffee. I didn't mean to upset you."

I was confused. I wasn't sure why she was suddenly so emotional. However, Trevor appeared to buy into her act and snapped, "Lorelai Crawford, cut it out! I can't believe how unreasonable you're being.

"It's just a cup of coffee. Do you really need to make such a fuss? You're the Vice President, for goodness sake! There's no need to pick on your subordinate like that."

Having said his piece, he grabbed the cup and downed its contents in one go, not even caring that it was hot.

I was stunned by his reaction, but what shocked me even more was Pamela's. In a flash, she rushed over and grabbed the cup from his hand, begging, "Mr. Freeman, please, don't drink it!"

This time, even Trevor was caught off guard. Both of us stared at her, confusion written all over our faces.

Pamela's eyes darted around nervously at that sight. It was evident that she was feeling guilty.

Without saying another word, I checked the surveillance footage. And there it was. Pamela had used water from the toilet bowl to make my coffee!

I was livid and demanded, "Why did you do this? You had better explain yourself!"

I reached for my phone as I spoke, ready to call the police. But before I could do anything, Trevor snatched it away.

"Lorelai, Pammy's still young. She doesn't know any better. Besides, you didn't drink the coffee. I drank it, and I'm fine. Let's just forget about it."

Yet, his insistence only fueled my anger. "What gives you the right to decide that I should just forget about it? She's not a child. She knows better!

"I didn't drink the coffee, but that was her intention! Unfortunately for her, you were the one who drank it. If she has the guts to use water from the toilet bowl today, what's stopping her from doing worse tomorrow? I'm calling the cops!"

When Trevor realized I was serious, he tried to throw my phone away.

Fortunately, I was fast enough to grab it back.

I had just steadied my phone when Pamela shoved Trevor aside and screamed, "You're an imposter! Who do you think you are, taking my place and stealing my man?"

Before I could even register her words, my phone buzzed with a message from the security team. It was the surveillance footage from outside the Mother and Baby Care Room.

I played the video without hesitation. Lo and behold, the evidence was right there.

Trevor and Pamela had entered the room, one after the other. To my dismay, they stayed for almost an hour before emerging.

Then I saw Willow holding her child and walking in. Before long, she stormed out of the room. It was clear that Trevor and Pamela had left the used condom behind.

I couldn't believe my eyes. The man I trusted most, my boyfriend, had cheated on me with a janitor. No wonder he had been so protective of Pamela.

Trevor didn't give me a chance to unleash my fury before he dropped all pretense.

"I'm in love with Pamela, not you!" he spat. "She's gentle, kind, and caring. But you? You're just so high and mighty."

Trevor continued, "I bet you never saw this coming. The truth is, Pamela's the real heiress of Crawford Group. As for you, you're nothing but an imposter!"