Chapter 1

Naturally, I didn't bother responding to Gwen Roberts's provocation.

She might be into a playboy like Trenton Nelson, but I certainly wasn't.

I switched off my phone, washed up, and went straight to bed.

If nothing unexpected happened, Trenton would spend tonight with Gwen, and first thing tomorrow morning, he'd call me to come pick him up.

Sure enough, my phone rang at seven a.m. sharp. It was Trenton.

"I'm at the Rowe Hotel, room 2110. Come get me."

He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn't even wait for me to agree before hanging up.

After all, I'd never once refused him.

I freshened up quickly and headed over.

Trenton often took women to the Rowe Hotel for the night, and I was often the one who came to collect him. Over time, the whole front desk staff got to know me. The moment they saw me, they'd hand over Trenton's key card without a word.

"Jennifer McQuay must really love Mr. Nelson. How can she put up with this?"

"Rich-family marriages are just business deals. If she can't put up with this, how's she supposed to work her way up?"

The staff whispered behind my back. I'd long since grown used to people talking about me. Sympathy or mockery, it didn't matter. As long as I achieved my ultimate goal, I could endure anything.

I soon reached the door of room 2110. Intermittent, suggestive sounds drifted out from inside. They'd probably decided on a whim to squeeze in one more round before getting up.

I was in no rush to go in. I stood outside and played on my phone until everything went completely quiet, then swiped the key card and pushed the door open.

It was over sooner than I'd expected. Trenton's body really was getting weaker and weaker.

The room was a mess, with clothes tossed carelessly across the floor. Trenton and Gwen lay naked in each other's arms. Gwen was covered in red marks, and Trenton had a few scratches of his own. They all looked fresh.

Seeing them like that, you'd think they were a pair of lovers in the first flush of romance, and I was merely their audience.

What a shame, though. That man was Trenton, the same Trenton who didn't take women seriously at all.

When Gwen saw me come in, she shot me a provocative look and planted a kiss on Trenton's cheek.