His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

5 The Mystery Man

"Liv?" I couldn't believe that the woman in mourning this morning had become someone else in the evening.

The woman in front of me was wearing a yellow halterneck top and a miniskirt. She had round earrings on each side of her ears. Her face was heavily made up, and her red lips were smiling at me.

Liv clearly saw my embarrassment, so she took out a gold membership card from her fancy Chanel bag and waved it in front of the security guard.

"This lady is my friend!"

The round-faced security guard put on a fawning face at once and gave Liv and me a smile as we entered the bar.

We walked down a blue, glowing circular passageway to the bar lobby, where masked waiters were shuttling plates from table to table. They were all topless and wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.

A few naked pole dancers on the stage are doing a very provocative dance, the music loud and full of passion. The men and women sitting closest to the stage let out sharp shouts from time to time. They seemed to be competing with the stereo for the loudest voice.

Screaming and Passion! The name of this bar is as vulgar as her guests! My eyes darted back and forth across the darkened hall. Where was Ron?

Liv took my hand and walked to the booth when a man in a black mask came up to her and asked what kind of wine she wanted. She nudged me and said, "Eva, would you like a drink?"

"It's up to you," I replied casually, still looking for Ron. Liv leaned over and asked curiously.

"Why don't you take off your sunglasses?"

"I'm fine with it!" After the search failed, my attention shifted to Liv. "Seriously, no one is going to believe you that you just lost your husband."

Apparently, losing her husband wasn't as painful for Liv as outsiders thought. On the contrary, she seemed happy! Otherwise, she wouldn't have come to the bar hours after the funeral!

"Eva, have a drink with me!" Liv held a glass of wine onto the table in front of me, and before I could pick it up, she finished her drink.

I held the glass in my hand and looked at her quietly. With a woman's intuition, I knew she would have something to say to me next. Sure enough, less than a few seconds. Liv lowered her head and spoke at a volume only I could hear.

"I'm free, Eva!"

Liv said, lifting the corner of her dress to reveal a visible scar on her lower abdomen. She pointed to the scar and said, "This is what Jeff did to me! Do you know why I always put so much foundation on my face? It's to cover up the bruise on my face! Jeff was a monster. He not only drank and beat me, but he also betrayed our marriage. He even fucked my kitchen-maid!"

I squeezed the glass in my hand. Ron's betrayal made me hate every man who cheated on his wife, and Jeff beat up his wife. It was a far cry from his usual polite image!

Men are hypocrites and good at pretending!

Liv wiped the tears from her eyes with her fingers, "I don't care who killed him, but I'm grateful to the murderer, and now I'm free to spend his money. This membership card used to belong to Jeff."

She held the gold card between her fingers and said, "Now it's mine!"

Liv pressed her lips to my earlobe and said sharply, "After the funeral, guess what I did? I peed on Jeff's tombstone!"

She looked up and laughed, her chest heaving like water waves! There was a look of revenge in her eyes!

I bowed my head in silence. I finally remembered that Liv had come to see me last life and asked me about divorce. She's hoping Ron can convince Jeff to get a divorce. However, Ron rejected her and said that she had no right to file for divorce. Their partnership should last until death!