Over the years, she continued sending revealing cosplay selfies, and George had occasionally responded with a like.
She had constantly boasted in their chats that she was a “lucky fertile woman,” someone who could easily conceive children.
During the time I was preparing to marry George, they even had a record of checking into a hotel together.
After the birth of Dwayne and Daniel, the twins, George had transferred fifty thousand dollars to Kristen every month.
Until half a month ago, when he brought her home, under the guise of a “maid.”
My mind spun with chaos, yet my voice remained eerily calm.
“Brother, is George currently speaking at the medical conference?”
“This conference, members of the Medical Association, directors and experts from the nation’s top fifty hospitals, all attending, right?”
“And it’s livestreamed too, isn’t it?”
Chase froze, eyes wide. “Yes, why are you asking?”
“To ruin the show.”
I spat the words and strode straight toward the venue.
Inside the conference hall, George sat proudly in the front row.
Beside him, Kristen wore a white coat, pretending to be a doctor, her posture flawless, her presence an affront.