Today, I would make you uncover the filthy truth about your ‘perfect’ wife, Edward!
A cold smile curled as I responded to the phone, “Claire is busy right now,” I said casually. “She is dealing with some plumbing issues. She won’t be back for a while.”
I hung up and turned off my phone before Edward could respond, cutting off any further conversation. No more explanation. No more apologies. Before I can even sit down, there’s a pounding at the door.
The door burst open with so much force that I stumbled back when I unlocked it. Before I could even think, a group of bodyguards pinched me down. Edward came storming into my tiny apartment, his heavy footsteps echoing as he flipped furniture, ripped through every room and searched for Claire. He looked around the two-room hut, searching for her. Yet nothing was found.
“She is busy with plumbing, isn’t she? Where is she?” he demanded, his face flushed with anger and frustration.
I tilted my head, looking at him with an angry face. The pleasure of revenge grew in my heart.