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"Damn it!" Emily exclaimed, facepalming herself. "Why didn't the receptionist tell us she was already here?"

"Everything is ruined now, Wilson! Every fucking thing is ruined!" Emily shook her head.

"Not yet, love. Nothing is ruined. In fact, this only gets better and easier for the both of us," Wilson said with a smug smile, swiftly buttoning up his shirt. He walked over to the bedside drawer, pulled out a check, and strode over to Lilian.

Lilian's eyes locked onto his, her fists clenched at her sides as she fought back her tears. Her lips were quivering but she pressed them into a thin line, and she bit down on them to keep her emotions in check. 

Wilson's eyes showed no remorse nor did he feel apologetic about his actions as he spoke to Lilian without care for her feelings.

"Well, I guess you overheard our plans already," Wilson said with a soft sigh, his tone casual. "You're staring at me like that because you know the truth, don't you, Lilian—West?" He called her by her birth name and Lilian's chest tightened, yet she remained silent, her expression unreadable. But inside her, she felt her soul shattering into pieces.

She searched Wilson's eyes for any sign of regret or coercion but she found none. 

"Sadly, everything you heard is the truth," Wilson continued. 

"My sweetheart and I had planned and executed a perfect scheme to take over your business and properties. We wanted a comfortable life, and we were willing to do whatever it took to get it, even if it meant feeding you lies to earn your trust and love, then breaking them the moment we got what we wanted." Wilson revealed bluntly without a single shame in him.

Lilian's emotions threatened to surface, but she kept them in check. Wilson handed her a check.

"Take this," he said. "It should be enough to cover up your needs while you figure out how to start over because I've already sold out the West estate mansion that your late father left behind for you and I don't want to have anything more to do with you. This marriage is a closed chapter for the both of us, Lilian because I have my sweet Emily here with me." He said, hugging Emily closely, who snuggled onto his chest romantically, and she shot Lilian a proud look that could get any girl jealous.

"You should take it, Lilian darling. He is way too nice to have given you this much money to restart your life. So don't be an ungrateful bitch and just take it, okay? We won't ask for a refund anyways since we have more than a million times that amount," Emily said in her sweetest voice which was clearly fake.

Lilian's eyes narrowed on Wilson, her heart heavy with the pain of grief and betrayal but then she took the check from Wilson, her gaze hard and never leaving his. 

Emily and Wilson's eyes gleamed in satisfaction to see how low Lilian stooped after accepting the check, proud smirks on their faces.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Emily shook her head, clicking her tongue while tracing an invisible line on Wilson's chest as she spat.

"She's so pathetic. She took the check like the helpless orphan that she is. Anyway, that's good for her because she's now nothing more than a helpless countryside bumpkin who was once known as the CEO of the Alx Designs Enterp—" Emily turned speechless the moment Lilian furiously tore the check at their faces, the papers falling lightly around them like a feather.

"What the heck do you think you are doing, bitch?!" Wilson and Emily barked in chorus, shocked.

"Shut the hell up the both of you," Lilian commanded through her gritting teeth, a finger pointed at their faces.

"I don't need the check neither do I need any stupid form of sympathy from any of you now that I know the truth. You dared to betray me. You lied to me and broke my trust after everything I did for you both." Lilian's voice was hard but then it began to crack.

"You chose to hurt me after I had brought you out of the dirt you were lost in and made you who you are today but what can I say?" Lilian let out a bitter laugh. "A dirt will always remain dirty no matter how hard you try to clean it up!" Lilian spat and Wilson's proud smirk began to falter.

"Watch your tongue, woman!" Wilson warned coldly, anger surging within him but Lilian cut him off.

"No, you shut up and listen!" she commanded, her voice rising. "I was stupid to trust you, to give you my properties, my heart, and my life. I thought you loved me, but it was all a lie. You used me, Wilson, and now you're going to pay the price."

Lilian's eyes flashed with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "Our marriage is over. It was a sham from the start. It was a blindsided marriage, but it won't be anymore because I am getting a divorce, and I am taking back control of my life. You can keep my properties, your sweet Emily, and every other thing but bear one thing in mind, Wilson: You two will regret the day you decided to use me as your pawn to inherit a fortune you never worked for." Lilian swore.

"And as long as I was capable of handling my late father's Enterprise, then building up a new one shouldn't be a problem. The problem you both should be scared of is my return because I will take the both of you down at any cost and take back what rightfully belongs to me!"

With that, Lilian turned on her heels, stormed out of the room, and slammed the door behind her with a loud bang which left the two who were inside dumbstruck because they hadn't anticipated this side of reaction from Lilian. 

They had thought she'd beg and plead with them but it was the complete opposite of what they expected.

Outside in the elevator, Lilian got another anonymous from the same number that she received Wilson's surprise invitation from and a frown crept on her face as she read the text message.

"Now that you know the truth about Wilson's true nature, what is your next step going to be, little miss? 

And no, don't get confused. Wilson never texted you any message with this number. Instead, I did after finding out about his plans towards you, so yeah, I deserve a reward for this information I provided you with, or else your image and reputation would have been smeared in front of the media and on the Internet. You're welcome, by the way." (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)◉

The text ended with a smug emoji, and this left Lilian wondering who her mysterious informant was and why they had chosen to reveal the truth to her.

'What was his reason? Who was he? And how did he know about all this?' These exact questions swarmed in Lilian's mind repeatedly.

Lilian realized that if it wasn't for the anonymous informant, then her reputation would have been tarnished by the media. 

The headlines would have read that the "CEO of Alx Designs Was Caught Cheating on Her Husband at the Beverly Hills Hotel." But the real truth that's unknown to the media, was that the whole scandal had been orchestrated by her own husband, Wilson Barker, and his mistress, Emily Bester.

A single tear escaped Lilian's eye, dropping onto her phone's screen as she gazed at the text message. The weight of pain, betrayal, and grief crushed her, made worse by the realization that she had trusted the wrong people for years.

Overwhelmed, Lilian fought the urge to drown her sorrows in alcohol, gently caressing her belly bump as she sobbed. 

"I won't be selfish, little one," she whispered. "Your father hurt us, but I won't risk our health. You're innocent, undeserving of this deceitful world. But I promise to give you a wonderful life, with or without a father. You'll have everything you need, just like other kids. Mummy will always love you and fill in as both parents, okay?"

As Lilian whispered to her belly, more tears rolled down her cheeks. 

The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival at the ground floor. The doors opened, revealing the reception area. Lilian quickly wiped away her tears and stepped out, head held high.

But before she could take another step, strong muscular arms pushed her back into the elevator, trapping her head on both sides. 

The doors closed, and the elevator began moving once the man had swiftly pressed a button at the elevator without looking away from Lilian's stunned face.

Lilian's eyes locked onto the stranger's, her scream frozen in her throat and her eyebrows knotted as she tried to process what just happened.

This stranger stood at 6’5 tall, with Brown whiff hair and sharp Amber eyes with a toned body build that could make any girl melt under him.

Lilian's eyes widened as she tried to place the stranger's face. He looked familiar, but from where? 

Her sharp memory kicked in, and she gasped. "Sebastian?" she whispered, shocked to find Wilson's friend standing close to her and in such an intimate position.

Sebastian chuckled, his deep voice sending a shiver down Lilian's spine. 

"You've got a sharp memory, Little Miss," he complimented, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yea, we met on your wedding day, didn't we? I was introduced as a friend to that douchebag husband of yours." He snickered, ridiculing Wilson, of course. 

'Little Miss. That smirk. Oh God. Could he be—the one?' Lilian's mind raced as Sebastian's words sank into her and she shot her gaze up.

"You're the one who sent me those anonymous texts, aren't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian's smirk grew wider. "The one and only. And I think it's time I get my reward for the information I provided."