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"So, you recorded them having sex?" a female voice asked over the phone.The other person tapped back a response in Morse code: [Yes, she didn't hang up.]"Excellent... well, you know the plan."[Don't worry, I understand.]"When I bring your cake and gift tomorrow, give me those recordings so I can hand them to my husband for him to help you file for the divorce."[Thank you.]"You don't need to thank me. Rest well." the person said before ending the call.The woman who communicated in Morse code sighed, feeling her eyes sting with impending tears. Remembering how her husband professed love to his mistress was painful.She walked slowly to her room and paused at the large mirror in the hallway. The reflection showed a beautiful woman with slightly wavy brown hair, though her eyes were swollen from sadness. The blue of her eyes was unique, her figure slender—perhaps not as voluptuous as Sophia's, but well-proportioned.The blue-eyed woman was undeniably attractive, if not for

The outing lifted Deborah’s spirits. Caroline bought her a birthday present and they had a meal at a restaurant before returning to Deborah’s apartment because Caroline insisted on not leaving her alone. But their pleasant mood vanished upon arriving at Deborah’s door, where an older woman was banging and shouting."Open up, you mute b*tch!" screamed the older woman with platinum blonde hair, pounding on the door. When she saw them, she snapped, "Who do you think you are? Why aren’t you at home? My poor son suffers because of you.""Mrs. Peterson, this is an apartment building and your shouting is disturbing everyone," Caroline retorted."Shut up, you beggar," Mrs. Peterson shot back before turning to Deborah, demanding she open the door.Deborah reluctantly opened the door, and the older woman shoved her aside as she entered. Caroline protested, but Deborah gave her a reassuring smile, trying to avoid a confrontation.Inside, Mrs. Peterson began criticizing the apartment’s cleanl

Unbeknownst to the couple, someone had been following them, recording their conversation and snapping several incriminating photos. Satisfied with the evidence, the person called their boss to report back.“Perfect. Come back to the office safely,” the boss said, ending the call. The sapphire eyes of the man with jet-black hair flared, his anger evident. “This is good news for you as a lawyer. With this evidence, we’ll win the case,” commented his red-haired colleague. “Your reputation will soar with this lawsuit.”“I’m not doing it for the fame. She’s my wife’s friend, and I offered to help because it’s unjust for her to be treated that way,” he said, putting on his jacket.“Where are you going, Christian?” the redhead asked.“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to see my client, inform her about this discovery, and possibly get her out of there because her life is in danger.”“In that case, I’ll expedite a restraining order with today’s recording.” His friend started to draft the docu

A little while earlier...After dinner, Roger took his beloved home, mindful that she shouldn’t exert herself in her current condition. Once alone, he turned on his phone and was shocked by the number of messages and missed calls from Fabian. Confused, he opened one message, and panic set in. He quickly headed back to the office.The message read: [Your father is here. Come back quickly.]This was a bad sign. His father hadn’t been to the office since handing him the presidency unless something serious was happening.Upon arrival, Roger noticed the employees avoided eye contact, which annoyed him. However, he couldn't react—it was likely his father’s doing. He strode to his office and found his father making Fabian work while reviewing the day's tasks.“Well, well… finally gracing us with your presence,” his father remarked sarcastically as Roger walked in.Roger frowned but quickly thought of an excuse to calm his father. “Sorry, Dad. I was delayed because I was taking Mom home.

“Wow… this place is beautiful,” Caroline said, awestruck.Deborah was equally amazed by the private neighborhood Jayden had brought them to.“I’ve heard about these private houses. They’re like something out of a dream,” Christian commented, observing the spacious homes around them. The air was filled with a familial atmosphere, and the environment felt safe with security guards patrolling the streets and the neighborhood entrance.“My father calls them ‘homes for the “not-so-rich” rich,’” Jayden joked. “This was my first project as president. It’s for people who are wealthy but don’t want to live in a huge mansion with servants. They want security, but also privacy and a sense of community. Here, you get a private space, a community of neighbors, some local shops, and strict security 24/7.”“I’ve heard about this concept. They call them 'homes for the rich poor' on TV,” Caroline said excitedly.“Yeah, it was a big hit when it launched and it’s still popular. Our properties have a