“They say that growing up with a man allows the earlier love to gain the upper hand. I didn’t think so before.”
Michael hugged me.
“Now, I’m so grateful to my ex. Otherwise, how could I have cherished such a wonderful wife?”
It was all a trap.
It was all intentional.
My fingertips felt cold, and even in the summer heat, I felt shivering all over. Ethan Brooks, who was sitting next to me, remained silent, but after the video ended, he patted my shoulder. I instinctively reacted, pushing Ethan away and vomiting profusely in the toilet. Just as I turned to grab some paper, I realized they were using the same brand of toilet paper as me. I remembered someone asking Michael at the end of the video.
“Will Claire really not notice?”
“She’s so sensitive and suspicious.”
Michael, however, was completely confident.
“I’ve taken care of everything. She won’t be able to find any flaws.”
Even the toilet paper, toiletries, pillowcases, dishes, and kitchenware were all identical. The skincare and perfume on the dresser were the same. It was so detailed that it felt like Michael was actually dating, marrying, and living with the same person.