A striking woman with a chic, short hairstyle stepped out of the York City International Airport, exuding an air of sophistication. Clad in a tailored business dress, she effortlessly blended professionalism with style. This alluring woman’s presence commanded attention, making so guys turn in her direction.
Two bodyguards were escorting her while her assistant was pulling her trolley bag, following her from behind. So onlookers recognized her as Sasha Smith, the second wife of a famous business tycoon, Dominique Smith.
Sasha stopped at the arrival lounge, her eyes eagerly searching for soone. It did not take long when a familiar voice called her na.
"Sasha!" Ashton waved his hands, greeting her with a wide grin on his face.
"You’re here. How about my husband? Where is he?" Sasha was expecting Dominique to personally fetch her today.
"He sent here to fetch you. He is busy," Ashton lied, scratching his face while smiling sheepishly. He couldn’t possibly tell Sasha that Dominique was fast asleep in his office due to drunkenness.
The excitent in her eyes disappeared when she heard that. "What did he do yesterday?" she asked Ashton expectantly. Yesterday was Sabrina’s death anniversary and she had entrusted Ashton with the task of keeping an eye on Dominique.
Ashton knew that he needed to cover up for his best friend. He didn’t want the couple to argue just because of Sabrina. She’s already dead.
"Nothing in particular. We just attended the Circles. Oh right, we ran into lody there. And she tried to flirt with Dominique again. But don’t worry, your husband is faithful. He just ignored her." Ashton reassured her.
Sasha’s expression darkened upon hearing that. Clenching her teeth, she balled her fingers into tight fists, her frustration evident in the tension radiating from her posture. "That bitch again! I can no longer tolerate this. She won’t stay away from my man unless I give her a lesson!"
Sasha hastily grabbed Ashton, pulling him along with heavy and urgent footsteps. "Take to that Bitch!" she commanded through her gritted teeth, displeasure evident on her face.
Ashton didn’t have a choice but to drive her to lody’s company. ’Damn. I shouldn’t have said it. Now, Sasha is furious. I don’t know what she will do to lody this ti.’
lody established a fashion company. MC was her fashion brand na which ans lody’s Charm. Ashton headed there together with Sasha.
anwhile, in MC Fashion’s guest lounge, lody savored her coffee-ti bliss surrounded by friends. Laughter and the clinking of teacups resonated in the cozy ambiance, creating an atmosphere of relaxation.
However, the cheerful chatter took an unexpected turn as the door swung open, and Sasha stord into the room with eyes filled with burning resentnt. All eyes turned towards Sasha, who continuously strode toward them in hurried footsteps.
"What is she doing here? I didn’t even invite her," lody mumbled, feeling confused.
"Is that Mrs. Smith?"
"Is she joining us today?"
Ignoring the startled whispers around her, Sasha swiftly grabbed a glass of water from a nearby server’s tray. With a swift, purposeful motion, she poured the water over lody’s puzzled face, causing a collective gasp from the onlookers.
The room fell into a shocked silence, broken only by the sound of dripping water. Before lody could react, Sasha delivered a resounding slap across her cheek.
Pak!
The impact echoed through the room, followed by a hushed silence. lody’s friends didn’t dare speak as they were intimidated by Sasha’s presence. But one of them pulled out her phone and secretly fild the unfolding scene before them.
lody, stunned and drenched, sat frozen for a mont before registering the stinging sensation on her cheek. "Aaah!" lody shrieked from both irritation and embarrassnt. "How dare you lay a hand on , crazy Bitch?!"
lody stood up, wanting to slap Sasha back. However, Sasha caught her wrist, blocking her attack. Standing still, Sasha locked eyes with her, the heavy tension evident in the air.
"How many tis do I need to warn you? Stay away from my man!" Sasha’s tone carried a hint of nace.
But lody wouldn’t back down. She scoffed, emitting mocking laughter. "Why? Are you afraid of ? Fearful that I might captivate your husband? Hah! The truth is, you did it first. You’re nothing more than a whore– an ambitious secretary who seduced his boss!"
"Well, you do have a reason to be worried. Sooner or later, your husband will get tired of you and dump you. You can’t even conceive his child!"
lody’s friends were taken aback upon hearing that revelation. Could it be true? Did Sasha truly seduce Dominique Smith? What about their supposedly enchanting love story? The air was now thick with uncertainty as everyone questioned who held the truth in this unfolding drama.
Sasha clenched her fist and was about to slap lody once again. But this ti, lody managed to block her palm from hitting her face. Sasha yanked her hand, pushing lody away from her.
"Keep dreaming, bitch! Dominique will never get swayed by the likes of you. He is mine alone. He will never look at you or any other woman. His loyalty belongs to . Only to !" Sasha declared with unwavering confidence.
lody burst out laughing at Sasha’s last remarks. "Are you sure? Haha. You are kidding . Why don’t you ask your husband? Don’t you know that your so-called ’loyal’ husband spent five hundred million last night just to be with a woman?" She fixed her gaze on Sasha, deliberately provoking her further.
Sasha stood in disbelief for a mont, caught off guard by the unexpected revelation. Doubts crept into her mind. ’Is she telling the truth or not?’ she wondered.
"They t in a hotel... Wait... I forgot the na. Oh, right, I think it’s the Hilton Bay Hotel. Just picture this—he went there to spend the night with a captivating woman while his wife was away on an overseas trip." lody was satisfied to see Sasha’s ugly expression.
It did not take long before Ashton entered the room.
"Well, here cos Dominique’s best friend. Ask him! He was there when Dominique bid and spent his money on a woman!" lody exclaid, her words hanging in the air.
Ashton’s eyes widened in shock at lody’s words. He sensed trouble brewing, especially as he locked eyes with Sasha, who regarded him with a questioning gaze.
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