That night, as expected, Vincent was “working late” again. I opened Desiree’s side account and saw her newest post.
“Some old women really have no self-awareness, clinging to my boyfriend, it’s hilarious. Luckily, my boyfriend only loves me. To prove it, he gave me a limited-edition yacht for Valentine's Day! Everyone, come watch the yacht’s first launch!”
The photo showed her holding a huge bouquet of red roses, standing in front of a white yacht; it was clearly photoshopped.
The instant my eyes landed on that yacht, my anger exploded.
That yacht was the gift my dad gave me and Vincent for our sixth wedding anniversary.
It was worth tens of millions, with the custom build alone taking a full year.
Even though I hadn’t used it yet, I always kept it carefully maintained at the private dock.
And Vincent, this live-in freeloader, dared to use my yacht to please his mistress?
Valentine’s Day, huh? I would see with my own eyes what tricks these two scumbags were playing.
On Valentine’s Day, I called my best friend Leighton, and together we went straight to the private dock.
From a distance, I saw my white yacht, gaudily dressed up with ribbons and heart-shaped balloons.