His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

123 Mia's Secret

This is the second hangover I remember. The first time I got drunk was at my college graduation party. I drank a lot of beer, but I was still sober enough to go back to my dorm room alone. I immediately fell asleep when my head touched the pillow and did not wake up until the next evening.

Compared to my drunken experience at the college dance, this time I just woke up naturally in the morning. Fortunately, my head did not feel like a splitting headache, but felt a little heavy on my body.

Daley still sleeps next to me. So as not to disturb his sleep. I got out of bed very quietly. The room was a mess after last night's s.ex. I tried to remember what had happened last night, but my memory was blacked out. To clear my head quickly, I made coffee in the dining room before taking a shower in the bathroom. By the time I got out of the shower, I could smell the rich aroma of coffee.

I walked barefoot out of the bedroom, and Daley was still sleeping on his back. He must have had a lot to drink last night. The fact that he's still sleeping tells me that he can't hold his liquor.

As I watched him sleep, a thought occurred to me. To surprise him, I decided to make him breakfast myself.

So I went to the kitchen and checked the fridge to see if there were enough ingredients for breakfast, but unfortunately, there was nothing but a couple of cans of Coke. I thought I'd go to the supermarket.

I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was 9:00 AM. If I was fast enough, I would be able to make breakfast by 10:00. I can already imagine Daley's face when he wakes up and finds out I made him breakfast.

Surprised, moved?

I picked up my purse from the couch. There was $200 and a supplementary card Vicki had given me. $200 was enough to buy the ingredients for breakfast. I'll give the card back to Vicki when I get back to Manhattan. After all, I can't live on the card she gave me.

Although I can have breakfast delivered to my room, I prefer to make breakfast for him myself. I wanted to see the look of happiness on his face when he ate my breakfast. He had done so much for me, and that was all I could do to repay him.

I combed my hair and left the room in a white T-shirt. Then I waited for the elevator. When I got in, I pressed the button on the first floor. The elevator slowly descended and stopped on the 16th floor.

When the elevator door opened, a woman in a pink, tight skirt, heavy makeup, and an LV bag walked in. She looked up at me with a shocking expression.

"Elena?" The woman said in an exaggerated voice. "Oh, my God, what are you doing here?"

The woman gave me a bad impression. She wore a kind of Chanel perfume and had exaggerated eyelashes that flickered like a fan when she blinked.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I don't know you." I subconsciously stepped back to the corner of the elevator and kept her at arm's length, but the space in the elevator was limited. The woman approached me and looked me up and down.

"You b.itch, you forgot about me," said the woman, glancing at my wedding ring, "Nice ring. Are there any new billionaires on your list? Where's Jeff? Doesn't he want to be your sugar daddy anymore?"

"Jeff?" That name immediately caught my attention. Did she know Jeff? But who was Elena this lady was talking about? What's Elena's relationship with Jeff?

"Oh, Elena." The woman's voice was mean, "Have you forgotten the days when we used to dance together in the nightclub called Sky? Do you remember when you were so poor that you didn't even have the money to buy a bra? I lent you the money. At least you should return that money to me."

I squinted at her. "Are you sure I ever borrowed money from you to buy a bra?"

"Elena, I don't have time for this," the woman said, standing up straight, "You said that someone was after you, so you needed to escape to Mexico for a while. So you borrowed $10,000 from me, and you promised to pay me back when you got to Mexico. But you disappeared, and your cell phone number was disconnected. I don't care if you want to make friends with me, but you have to give my money back to me."

At this moment, I understood that the woman in front of me thought I was Mia. In her mind, Elena was Mia. I remember Mia telling me that after being chased by the Moors, she fled to a boat that was smuggled into Mexico and that she couldn't afford to pay the boat fare, so the smugglers sold her to a casino to pay off her debts. So everything she said was a lie?

When the elevator reached the first floor, the back door opened automatically. The woman stepped out of the elevator. She stood outside the door and stared at me. If I don't pay her back, she won't leave me alone today.

"Hey, why don't we sit down in a cafe and talk about it?" I suggested.

"I don't want to waste time," the woman said. "I have to work later. I have a client waiting for me."

"But I don't have enough cash right now," I said as I unzipped my handbag. There was only $500 in it.

The woman's eyes settled on my diamond ring again, "Your ring looks expensive."

"It's a fake." I started my acting, "You're right, I did hook up with a rich guy. But he's a stingy old man. I had this ring examined, and it was a synthetic diamond. It wasn't worth anything. But my sugar daddy promised me $5,000 a month for living expenses. If you want me to pay you back, you have to give me some time."

The woman looked at me suspiciously and pretended to be nice to me. She chose to believe me.

"Okay, but you have to give me my money back as soon as possible, or I'll call the police," the woman threatened. "If the police find out that you had something to do with Camilla's death, you're dead."

"I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I can," I whispered. "Give me your number and I'll contact you as soon as I get the money from the old man."

The woman took out a business card from her handbag and handed it to me. "You can contact me by the phone number on the card."

I took the card.

Pink Balloon PR Company. Is this the company she works for? I looked at the back of the card. It was a number and a name called Rose.

Her name was Rose. If I had guessed correctly, the PR firm was actually a w.horehouse. The real job of this woman, Rose, is a p.rostitute who sells her body for a living.

So Mia was a p.rostitute, too?

Who is Camilla, and why did Mia have anything to do with her death?

"You have to give me my money back as soon as possible." The woman did not forget to remind me before leaving, "I can't wait too long."

"I promise I'll see you soon," I said as I watched the woman leave in a taxi outside the hotel, holding the card tightly in my hand.

Is it true that Jeff used to keep Mia? It seems that my sister has a lot of secrets.