AMBERAfter a long and exhausting day at the clinic, I returned to my apartment, eager to begin my mission of revenge. Following Sebastian's suggestion, I knew I had to target my husband's mistress first, Rachel. But there was a problem—I didn't know her last name. I needed to gather information and act like a detective to uncover her identity.So I slammed myself on my soft couch and opened my laptop. I typed "Lucas Davis" into the search bar. Numerous articles and pictures of my billionaire husband flooded the screen. As I pondered the situation, a myriad of emotions swirled within me, creating a complex tapestry of feelings that I could hardly put into words. My mind was preoccupied with a determination to achieve my goal, which involved locating the woman responsible for the profound impact on my existence.I typed "Lucas Davis and Rachel" into the search tab, hoping to uncover any connection between them. To my surprise, there she was—the familiar woman in the picture, standing b
AMBERMy heart raced as I answered Sebastian's call at midnight. "Hey, Sebastian. Why are you calling me at this hour? Can't sleep?" I asked, trying to sound casual, though I was curious about the reason behind his unexpected call.But the moment he spoke, I sensed the anger in his voice. He sounded enraged, and I could feel the tension building on the other line. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Amber?!" he demanded.Confused and taken aback, I stammered, "Huh? What do you mean?""Don't play dumb with me! You made that comment on Rachel's social media account. I know it's you!" His accusation sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn't expected him to find out so quickly, and I felt a mix of surprise and frustration."And what if I did?" I retorted, my anger flaring. "She deserves to be exposed for what she did!"Sebastian's voice remained firm, but there was a hint of concern in his tone. "Amber, I understand your anger, but you need to be careful. You left that comment using a d
AMBERIn trembling hands, I opened my phone and read Rachel’s comment. I know for myself I have to do this. I have to read it. I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. I couldn’t get myself to sleep if I hadn't read her comment for me.I stared at Rachel's comment on my dummy social media account, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and frustration. "Wow, I have a basher now! Too bad, I don't like fighting cowardly people who hide behind their smartphones," her words mocked me, and I gritted my teeth in annoyance. Rachel's loyal followers didn't waste a second to join in the attack, adding fuel to the fire."You're just envious of Miss Rachel!""You're nothing but a pathetic woman who hides in her phone and dummy account!""Jealous much?"“Girl, you can never compete with someone like Miss Rachel!”Their hurtful words cut deep, and for a moment, I felt like the victim all over again. They didn't know the truth—that Rachel was a bad woman, a homewrecker, and a mistress. Instead, the
AMBERThe morning sun bathed the clinic in gentle light, I started my day, determined to heed Sebastian's advice and approach my revenge with caution. I had come to realize that he was right—I needed to be more careful with my actions, especially when dealing with someone like Rachel, who had powerful connections and loyal followers.I checked our dummy accounts, ensuring I was updated on any developments related to Rachel. Every piece of information was a puzzle piece in my plan for revenge, and I needed to stay one step ahead.Throughout the day, I continued to fulfill my role as Sebastian's secretary, all the while saving and earning for my mission. Sebastian had become more than just my employer; he was my ally, my confidant, and someone I could rely on in this dangerous game.And just as I was engrossed in my work, Sebastian appeared with news that sent a shiver down my spine. "I heard that they went to Europe last night. Your husband and his mistress," he said, his eyes locked o
AMBERMy mind raced with thoughts of vengeance. This time, I will be careful. No more impulsive actions. I will listen to Sebastian. The desire for revenge burned fiercely within me, but I knew I had to be smart about it. I have to shift my focus towards Harper Davis, the evil mother-in-law who had supported my cheating husband and his mistress. The woman who turned a blind eye to the abuse I endured. An old woman with no remorse who killed her own daughter-in-law.I pondered the question that had been gnawing at my mind… how could I, Amber, a woman with no wealth or power, take down Harper Davis, a wealthy socialite with influential friends?The answer struck me like a bolt of lightning. Harper’s amigas. Her dear friends could be the key to infiltrating Harper's circle. If I could befriend them, gain their trust, and slowly work my way into Harper's world, I could expose the truth about her and tarnish her precious image!"Girl, you've got this. You've survived hell, and now it's tim
AMBERAfter Mrs. Martinez left the clinic, Sebastian looked at me. I can see the worry that was written on his face. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “What kind of expression is that, Sebastian?”"Are you sure you're ready for this big step, Amber?" he asked gently. "Harper Davis is not to be taken lightly. It's a risky move, and I want to make sure you're prepared to face her."I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. "I know, Sebastian. It won't be easy, and I don't have any background or wealth to match hers. But I have to do this. I want to infiltrate Harper's life, one step at a time. And if Mrs. Martinez is willing to invite me, I can't pass up this opportunity."Sebastian nodded, understanding my determination but still worried about the dangers that lay ahead. "Just be careful, Amber. You know how influential and powerful Harper is. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. I'll be with you every step of the way, supporting you and guiding you."His words gave me a s
AMBERCuriosity tugged at my thoughts, and I nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Of course, tell me. What is it?"He hesitated, his expression serious. "What if, for example... the Davis family, in the future, they changed. They plead for your forgiveness. How shall you respond?"His question hit me akin to a sudden electric jolt, and despite my endeavors, a sardonic chuckle broke free from within. It was laughter brimming with irony, resonating throughout the space. "Sebastian, what kind of question is this? It's astonishing that you would posit such to me!"His gaze remained steady, unwavering. "Please, answer my question, Amber."As the echo of my laughter faded, a somber expression replaced it. I leaned back, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. "That would never happen, Sebastian. The Davis family has no capability to change their heart. They are too deeply entrenched in their toxic ways."He persisted, his tone gentle but insistent. "Hmmm, what if for some instanc
AMBERSebastian leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "You see, Amber, when it comes to revenge, presentation is everything. Your attire, your demeanor – they all play a part in conveying the message you want to send to Harper and her circle."I nodded, absorbing his words with a sense of gratitude. "You're right, Sebastian. This dress isn't just fabric and threads. It's a statement, a declaration of my rebirth and my determination."His gaze held mine, a mixture of pride and reassurance. "Exactly. And I have a feeling that Ricci Wolkbitz understands that too. He'll craft a masterpiece that captures your essence."My excitement bubbled over. The prospect of wearing a dress that would not only make me look stunning but also embody my newfound strength was invigorating. I couldn't help but share my thoughts with Sebastian. Sebastian is someone who I trust dearly. I know he only wishes for nothing but the best for me. Sometimes, I wonder if Dr. Wolfe is really kind to other pati