The Trophy Wife's Ruthless Revenge

stepped out of th

he thick Persian rug. She kept her movements light.

, to be waiting in the foyer to take

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ht through the familiar, expensive cedarwo

f bright red stilettos sat next to Haden's

old sweat broke out o

wered the handle of her suitcase, inch by

ch coat and draped it over

sound drifted d

mach tightened with every step. She walked

en about two inches. The dim light from

d through t

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s a pair of torn bl

groan vibrated f

he bed. Two bodies were

ent-shaped birthmark on Ha

face of the woman

n. Haden's timid, so

ing. She physically could

She swallowed hard, fighting the u

Haden had looked into his phone camera, his eye

her palms. The sharp pain

the door open. Sh

step backward. She avoided the loo

r. She picked up her tren

dbag and pulled out a mo

ating system, but a custom backend management app she had developed herself, named 'Janus'. She pressed her f

of the entire penthouse's surveillance network specifically for a day like this. She didn't need to bypass

ition, real-time video of her husb

the encrypted file directly

ccess history f

walked out the front d