My old man looked like crap, and he was puffing away on his cigarettes like a chimney, which was so not his style. He didn’t say a word, just stared at my mom.
My mom was wiping away tears, her voice full of venom. "He’s ssing around with that floozy of a secretary"
Floozy secretary? I picked up a photo and gave it a good look. Yeah, I knew her alright. I rembered bumping into her once when I was out dining with Luna, and my dad was there too.
I rember thinking back then, wasn’t my dad’s secretary a dude? When did he switch to a chick?
But I trusted my dad. I knew he wasn’t a player, so I didn’t tell my mom.
"Mom, chill. You know how dad is. He’s been a good guy for almost 40 years now. Sure, there might have been won who tried to seduce him, but he never let loose. This could all just be a big misunderstanding." I sat beside my mom, patting her back to comfort her.
"Right, I’ve been frad. My dad finally broke his silence, sounding pretty worked up. "I was wasted, there’s no way anything could’ve happened between us!"
My dad was in a tight spot. He’s always been careful, never ssing up. He wouldn’t screw things up when he was about to retire and threw everything he’d worked for down the drain.
Mom started sobbing on my shoulder. My heart was heavy and I was frowning, and didn’t lighten up at all.
"Dad, have soone look into this woman. Find out about her background." I spoke again to my dad.
"I already did. I’ve got her HR file. Her na’s Monica, she’s from Seoul, married with a kid who doesn’t live with her. My dad took another drag, looking years older. "Didn’t find anything useful."
Monica... I kept that na in mind.
Even though my dad was in trouble, this thing with Monica wasn’t out in the open yet, so he had to go to work like normal, leaving and my mom alone at ho.
I figured I should et Monica, see what she wants. If she was just after money, we could pay her off to keep this under wraps for now, then figure out a permanent solution later.
Suddenly, so old mories started popping up in my head, and I just froze.
I was so busy revolving around Damon during that ti in my past life, I didn’t pay much attention to what was going on at ho. All I rember was my parents went through a silent treatnt period. And when Damon destroyed my family, one of his main weapons was so dirty laundry about my dad, like dodgy affairs and stuff, and so photos were sent to the dia.
I was out of control back then, all I cared about was ssing up Damon and Ariel’s relationship, so I didn’t really pay attention to the news. But the photos in the news seed similar to the ones I was looking at now?
So fate was making everything happen all over again.
I quickly stashed the photos in my bag. I knew Monica must have the original copies, so I had to find a way to get all of them to end this once and for all. If these photos fell into the wrong hands, it would be a threat to my family.
Even without Damon, there would be others targeting my dad.
"Mom, do you have Monica’s contact info? Give it to , I’ll go find her." I told my mom calmly.
"I do, I’ll go with you." Mom dried her tears, her face full of sorrow and anger.
"You stay ho and rest, I’ll go alone." I didn’t want my mom to go, I knew this woman would just make her even more upset. But mom insisted on going. This was about her 40 years of marriage, and she had to deal with it herself.
I guess I inherited my mom’s character. In my past life, I tried everything to find Ariel, but Damon had too many tricks up his sleeve, I couldn’t fight him.
I nodded, "Alright, we’ll go together."
Mom gave a phone number. If she called, Monica might not pick up, so I decided to use my phone to call.
The phone rang a few tis before soone picked up. A woman’s voice answered, "Hello, who is this?"
Brooke’ daughter. Co out, let’s et and talk," I said bluntly.
Okay I didn’t expect Monica to agree.
After setting up a ti and place, I hung up and told my mom, "Mom, rest up today. We’ll go et her tomorrow. She’s probably just out to extort so money, using dad as her target
Mom looked worried, she just nodded her head.
I didn’t go out that day, just stayed ho and chatted with mom, trying to cheer her up. When dad ca ho at night, we ate dinner in silence, then went to bed.
Mom didn’t want to share a bed with dad, so she ca to my room to sleep with . We talked for a long ti, and it was late into the night by the ti i fell asleep. In my dreams, I could hear mom sighing over and over. I knew she didn’t sleep a wink.
The next morning, mom and I went to the agreed place, a French restaurant
Monica definitely had so charm, a good figure and was younger than my mom. She looked pretty appealing. When she saw us, she just smiled smugly "No more beating around the bush. I know those photos are fake. What do you want?" I didn’t like this woman one bit, so I just spoke my mind "Ms. Brooke, if you believe the photos are fake, you can have them checked to see if they’ve been tampered with. Monica replied calmly.
My mom had been holding back. She was a woman of class, always maintaining her image. But her husband, the man she’d loved for 40 years, was involved in so shady stuff with this woman right here. Even with her good temper, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She stood up suddenly and slapped Monica hard across the face.
Monica’s head jerked to the side from the slap. She imdiately covered her face and glared at my mom with a vicious and cold look.
"Why did you get my husband drunk and take those photos?" Mom stared at Monica sternly, her presence was intimidating.
She knew deep down, father hadn’t done anything too outrageous, or else she wouldn’t bla Monica for intentionally getting her father drunk and snapping pictures. But she just couldn’t stomach it. The man she trusted for Forty years could give another woman a chance to wreck their relationship.
Monica let go, the imprints of five fingers on her face becoming visible, her eyes full of ambition, clear as day to .
She stood up, grabbed her bag, not caring about her swollen cheek, her expression smug as hell, "What do I want? I want you guys to divorce, ’cause I’m pregnant with your husband’s baby."
With that, she took a dical report out of her bag, tossed it on the table, and left. I could feel my mom freezing up, her eyes glued to the report on the table, unable to process what just happened.
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