Chapter 8
Daniel and I were in a boutique picking out engagement stuff when his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, answered it, and then said he had to go.
I didn’t bat an eye. Instead, I smiled sweetly.
“Why don’t you take my car?”
“Yours still needs to be ready when Kevin heads out on that trip later.”
He kissed me on the cheek, clearly relieved.
“Thanks, babe. Keep looking–I’ll be right back.”
Good thing I had a tracker in my car. Wherever he drove, I’d know.
A sales associate came over.
“Ma’am, do
you
still want these?”
“Actually, cancel everything. I’m returning them all.”
Rachel, my assistant, looked completely thrown.
“What? You’re returning everything?”
“You two are about to get engaged! If you return it all now, you’ll just have to drag your fiancé back and start over.”
“Oh–by the way, the hotel called to confirm the reception date?”
I gave her a small smile and pushed open the door.
“There is no reception.”
Rachel was totally lost the whole ride.
She saw how pissed I looked and didn’t dare ask questions.
When we pulled up, I stared at the building in front of me, rage boiling in my chest.
This was the new condo my parents bought us six months ago.
There was no way Daniel came here alone. Someone else had to be upstairs.
But I wasn’t going to tip him off.
“Rachel, go up and say you’re from the building’s management.”
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“Say we need two signatures for a fire inspection.”
Rachel was new–my personal assistant–and Daniel hadn’t met her yet.
She had no idea what I was planning, but she nodded and went upstairs.
When she came back down, she was fuming and holding up her phone.
“Sis! What are we waiting for?!”
“Let’s go show that cheating scumbag and his side piece what hell looks like!”
So it’s true. He’s up there with her.
When I had the place renovated, I had everything synced to my phone–lights, curtains, alarms.
I opened the app and tapped: Curtains drawn. Lamp on.
Then I hit the emergency alarm.
Instantly, the whole building woke up.
Residents poured out and rushed toward our unit. Even the building manager showed up.
“What the hell? There’s no smoke.”
“False alarm maybe?”
“Isn’t this unit 8013? Where’s the owner?”
Neighbors were banging on the door.
I stood silently in the crowd, waiting.
And right on cue, the door flew open.
Out stumbled Daniel, half–naked, dragging Jessica–wearing nothing but a damn robe.
“Well, thank God y’all are okay!”
Daniel looked panicked.
“Wait–there’s no fire?”
One of the older neighbors patted his shoulder.
“Shouldn’t you be the one telling us that? Didn’t you trigger the alarm?”
As they stood there stunned, I stepped forward.
“So, Daniel… this is the important thing you had to go take care of?”
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