Chapter 3

Tiffany's husband also clearly knew about her affairs with other men. He even turned a blind eye to it.

Theo was the third man she had found in over a year's time. He was also the only one who agreed to marry her.

"Have you figured out how much money this man has already?" Tiffany's husband asked.

"What money could he possibly have? He's flat broke! Don't even think about trying to get anything from me again. I've already paid you back everything I've owed you. We'll part ways for good in a few days' time!" she replied.

"No way!" the man declined outright. "You wouldn't have easily slept with him if he had no money. You even agreed to be his nanny. Do you think I'm stupid? Give me 300 thousand dollars! I'll agree to get a divorce with you if you give me 300 thousand. You can forget about it otherwise!"

It turned out that it was a dog-eat-dog case.

…

Taking advantage of the fact that Theo was out working late again, I returned home that very night.

I looked at Tiffany, who was pretending to be busy with cleaning, and casually asked, "By the way, do you have a boyfriend, Tiff?"

She chuckled and replied, "I don't. Why do you ask, Wendy?"

"There's a cocktail party at Venezia Hotel tonight, and I'd like you to come with me." I handed her the invitation and sighed. "It's kind of boring to go alone, and turning it down might upset an old friend. That's why I'm asking if you're free."

"I'm definitely free!" Tiffany immediately wiped her hands and took the invitation, unable to hide her excitement.

Venezia Hotel wasn't a place anyone could just go to. The people there were either rich or important. It was the perfect location to reel in wealthy husbands.

"But I don't have a suitable gown for the occasion, Wendy," Tiffany anxiously said.

"I have a few. We are of similar heights, so you should be able to wear my clothes," I immediately replied, offering her the chance to get anything of her liking from my closet.

In reality, she'd already tried on every piece of clothing I had.

Tiffany was overjoyed. She immediately nodded and said, "Thank you, Wendy!"

I smiled softly and said nothing. It was too early for her to be thanking me now.

…

That evening, I brought Tiffany along to Venezia Hotel as planned.

My best friend, Myra Lancelot, was the one who offered me the invitation.

The publication happened to be hosting a small internal cocktail party there as well. They invited VIP clients and some business partners.

It wasn't exactly high-end, but it was more than enough to impress Tiffany.

Myra dragged me to meet the big shots in the circle. After having a few drinks, I found a quiet spot to sober up.

I immediately spotted Tiffany weaving through the crowd, throwing flirtatious glances at the wealthy men in her sight. As expected, it didn't take long for a man to approach her.

Myra walked over and told me that the man was a notorious playboy in the industry. He would go after any woman as long as they were willing prey.

He was a wealthy scion, but he was cut off from financial support due to his reckless lifestyle. He was secretly relying on women to support him and was a master at toying with women's emotions.

I took out my phone and quietly took many intimate photos of Tiffany and the man.

I initially thought that she would leave with the man and I would be able to gather more evidence. I wasn't expecting her to play hard to get. She left him hanging after intensely flirting with him.

I finally found out how she had seduced Theo.

I snapped a selfie, deliberately capturing Tiffany and a man with their arms around each other in the background. I then sent the photo to Theo with a text that read, "Guess where I am, darling?"