Chapter 18

Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I hurriedly pulled it out and put it on silent mode. Then, I checked my WhatsApp. I'd received a text from Tiffany. She wrote, "I sent a video to Dorothy; I'm positive she'll watch it. You just need to wait for the show."

In that instant, I knew exactly what type of video Tiffany had sent to Dorothy. I honestly had no idea where she'd found so many of them. Still, this wasn't the time to think about that. I excitedly peeped through the curtains into the bedroom.

I saw Dorothy clap her phone to her chest, her cheeks turning red. She looked hesitant. After a while, she picked a black lace nightgown from her wardrobe before heading to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water rang out.

She'd really gone for a shower. She was oddly compliant to Tiffany's instructions, which surprised me. I thought she would've told Tiffany off.

It looked like Tiffany was right—Robert had left Dorothy high and dry for too long. She desperately needed a man