“She doesn’t have a waist as soft as yours. You’re fucking lethal.”
Carmilla chuckled.
“These few days, you’d better keep coaxing her.”
“Cruella’s still hard to handle at this age. Once she starts elementary school, it’ll be easier. Then you can dump that woman.”
Viggo answered without hesitation.
“Alright. Whatever you say.”
That’s when I finally understood.
Why the divorce agreement was signed, yet he hadn’t acted.
He was waiting for me.
Waiting for me to keep serving as their free nanny. Waiting to squeeze out whatever value I had left before discarding me.
A silent, bitter smile touched my lips.
I pulled out my phone and recorded everything.
Then I sent the file to my assistant.
[Seven days. Send this to Carmilla’s biggest rival.]
If this was the entertainment industry, you solve problems the entertainment way.
They're so smug now, so pleased with what they think is their perfect plan. But in the end, the one who will suffer won't be me, but them.
Mariah’s POV
Back in my room, I lay awake all night.
I thought about every time Viggo and I had been intimate over the years. Every single time, it was over before it even began.