His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

138 Mia Slept With Him!

"Nonsense!" I glared at her. "What does that have to do with me?"

"Because Jeff likes you." Mia sneered, "Don't you think it's like looking in a mirror when we're face to face? And you know what? I had heard your name from Jeff many times before I met you, especially in bed. What do you think Liv would do if she knew that her husband had been fantasizing about her best friend?"

"That's not true." I stepped back and touched the corner of the table. "You're lying."

"If you want me to tell you the truth, why don't you believe me?" Mia sits in a chair and pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her purse.

She lit the cigarette in her mouth with a lighter and a ring of white smoke came out of her mouth.

"Why don't you sit down?" Mia pointed to the old couch in the living room with her cigarette in her hand. "I don't want to see you pass out on the floor."

"I went up to the sky club years ago to be a dancer, and I met Jeff one night, and I became his mistress. He told me that he had a wife, but he didn't like her, and sometimes he beat her when he was in a bad mood. Jeff even showed me his wedding photo and pointed to the bride in it to tell me how much he hated that woman. To my surprise, he always called a woman's name during s.ex. I didn't know until I met you. Eva, he called your name when he f.ucked me." Mia quipped, "It was only after I had been with Jeff for a while that he revealed his true identity to me. He turned out to be a Moore. No wonder he was so rich."

I think back to when Jeff and I were together in private. He would say something strange to me, but I didn't take it seriously. He liked me. God, Liv can't know about this.

"How do you know Frade?" I changed the subject. "Did Jeff tell you to seduce him?"

"Yes," Mia admitted, "Jeff wanted to impress his boss, so he wanted me to seduce Frade and steal the Logan family's secrets. Jeff told me that as long as I got the job done. He would give me a lot of money and promise to marry me. But I didn't care about marriage. All I cared about was money. So I agree with that."

"Then?"

"Then Jeff put on a show with me, and Frade was attracted to me. I have to say, Frade treated me better than Jeff. I thought about getting rid of Jeff, but Jeff threatened me with our s.ex tape, warning me that Frade would kill me if he saw it. So I obeyed. But I'm not very lucky. When I broke into Frade's office to look at his computer, his damn brother burst in. The man named Arthur was going to report me to his brother. He told Frade that I was a mole sent by the Moors. Frade didn't believe him. I thought Arthur would give up, but instead, he tied me up and threw me into the Moore family nightclub when Frade wasn't home. Jeff's men found me, and he took me to Jeff. Jeff told his boss about the failed plan, but his boss told him to threaten Frade. Jeff told me it was all an act. He said he would give me the money as long as I played along. He tied me to a chair and had someone beat me up and sent a video to Frade, and in order to convince Frade, he was letting his men be cruel to me. That's when I realized I was just a tool. He could have killed me at any moment. I couldn't go back to Frade, and I couldn't let Jeff push me around. So I ran away in the middle of the night while the guards were asleep. I found Rose before I left, borrowed some money from her, and fled to Mexico."

"Why did you come back now?"

"People have to go home," Mia said, with understatement, "Mexico is more complicated than I thought. So I came back and found Frade, we met and had s.ex. God, he still loves me like he used to. What an idiot."

"You don't love him, but why are you pretending to love him?" I remember Mia praying outside her hospital room at night. Was she just acting?

"I play the role that men like me," Mia scoffs. "They're the ones who are stupid."

"What did you come back to Frade for this time?" I asked angrily,

"Because I don't want to wander anymore." Mia took a puff. "After Frade told me about my relationship with you, I decided to take back what was mine."

She snuffed out her cigarette butt on the sofa and stood up to look at me in the eye.

"See, we look alike, but we live different lives. You grew up in a mansion and I was left in a b.rothel like a stray cat. Ever since I was a child, I have had to clean the condoms used by the guests. I was often hungry, and the bed I slept in was cold and hard. I didn't have any friends because no one wanted to be friends with me. Kids would spit on me when they saw me. I grew up with a look of scorn on my face. When I was nine years old, the madam who adopted me thought I would be sold for a good price, so she didn't hesitate to sell me to another woman, my late adoptive mother Camilla. She bought me new clothes. She also taught me how to please men. She told me that in this society a woman must rely on men to get rich quickly. Under Camilla's tutelage, I learned how to act, and how to manipulate men with s.ex and tears. So, when I was 16, Camika sold my v.irginity to a man who gave me a taste for s.ex and money."

"What was the name of the man you had s.ex with for the first time?" I asked cautiously.

"What? His name," Mia said nonchalantly. "Mickle Blanton, maybe. Anyway, he told me he was a general."

"How old is he?" I held my breath.

"Why are you interested in this guy?" Mia glanced at me. "Do you want to sleep with him, too?"

"No, I just want to know. What kind of person would do such a nasty thing?"

"I just remember he was older than me and he had bad body odour, but that didn't stop him from f.ucking me." Mia is not shy about her past.

"God, Mia slept with him!" My heart was as if it suddenly fell into the ice cellar.

"Now, I've told you everything you want to know," Mia smirked. "It's time for you, my sister."