“Your wife isn’t a child who needs babysitting, and I’m not your family’s nanny. If you can’t find her, that’s your problem, not mine.”
And I hung up without hesitation.
In my last life, I had helped Rachel cover for her, but instead of being grateful, she slandered me. That led to my miserable death.
This time, I wouldn’t be foolish enough to jump into that cesspool again.
But I knew one thing: if David ever caught Rachel in the act, she would definitely play the fragile innocent, and once again dump all the blame on me.
And David—petty and vengeful—still hated me for going with Rachel to cause a scene at his company. He was convinced I had egged her on.
So when the time came, he would almost certainly take out his rage on me.
I had to be ready.
Around six in the evening, as I was packing a suitcase, my husband Eric Johnson came home from work.
He looked puzzled. “Honey, why are you pulling out the suitcase?”
I shot him a look of disgust and said nothing.
In my past life, when Rachel slandered me and I had no way to defend myself, I thought Eric was my one pillar of support.