His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

31 Revenge For The First Time

When Ron saw me, he acted as if nothing had happened, as if I had just gone to the break room once. My face was calm, too. I think we have an unspoken understanding of what happened yesterday. He was delighted to learn how much Frade was planning to bid. He even suggested that I should see Frade more often in private, to get more useful information.

I promised to help him as much as I could, and I took the opportunity to suggest that I look for a new bank to borrow money from. Ron trusts me enough to know that the bank I'm looking for is infallible. If an outsider saw us at this time, he must think that we are a loving couple. Over the next few days, however, Ron barely went home to sleep. The tacit understanding between us also lets our final feelings disappear. Our relationship right now is kind of like an open marriage. I don't care who he sleeps with, he doesn't care where I go.

Of course, I'm no longer the idiot wife who only serves her husband. I was seeing Frade while Ron was having s.ex with another woman.

Frade has been teaching me how to shoot for the last few days, and after I took two classes, he returned the information he had promised to investigate for me.

He gave me a copy of Gina's medical report. I saw the printed report that her physical condition, including the baby in her belly, was normal. Then why did she miscarry in her previous life? And this baby is the best bargaining chip for her. She has no reason to hurt the baby and frame me for it. This strikes me as a bit of a puzzle.

Plus, Frade got me Lady Mary's address. She's staying at a motel. It is said that she has cancer. Her husband took out a loan shark in her name, and then he ran off with all the family savings after Mary got sick. Desperate, Mary searched for her husband, but when she finally saw him again, he pushed her down the stairs and broke her leg.

That sounds pathetic. But this is a very common thing in this world. Men always put their own interests before love. When he decided to abandon his family, he would not hesitate to push women into hell, regardless of their feelings.

But Mary got what she deserved, in my opinion! So I chose a sunny day and decided to go and see her!

Frade insisted on driving me there himself, so I had to let him come with me to the motel. But I asked him to wait in the car until I was done.

We went to a cheap motel outside of town. The exterior walls of the tin house were covered with graffiti of various colors. A young man with green hair is sitting at the front desk studying lottery tickets. At first, he wouldn't tell me Mary's room number, but when I pulled a wad of cash from my purse and put it on the table, he pocketed it and gave me the spare room key.

Money is a Master Key!

I walked up the creaky stairs, and the man behind me whistled and sang vulgar songs and made l.ewd gestures at me.

The hot weather clouded the narrow corridor. Every time I pass a room, a different smell wafts into my nose, along with the sour smell of alcohol and the pungent smell of m.arijuana. I held my breath and quickened my pace until I reached the end of the corridor.

The door of the last room seemed narrower than the others, as inconspicuous as a broom closet. I took out my key and looked at the number-213, the same as the room number.

I put the key in the lock and turned it twice before the door opened. A foul smell came at once. The room was dimly lit and a woman was lying on the bed panting.

"Jason, is that you?" The woman stared at the ceiling. Her face muscles were all sunken like a collapsed hill. When there was no response, she turned her head.

"Who are you? Why did you come to my room?" She looked so frightened that she wanted to shout but was weak.

"Hush, Lady Mary, do you remember me?" I whispered, then moved closer to her bed. "I'm Eva Green, a former student of yours!"