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This night, we didn't communicate at all.

Dashiell thought she had me figured out, showing not an ounce of shame towards me.

She even spent half the night chatting on WhatsApp.

After she fell asleep, I unlocked her phone and saw she had booked a hotel for the next day.

The following day, I didn't go to work.

Dashiell, who had no job, sat in front of the mirror doing her makeup, clearly planning to go out.

I asked her, "Aren't you afraid you'll regret this?"

Dashiell responded without batting an eye, "I never have regrets. You should be grateful for my honesty."

She moved with lightning speed and fluid grace, without a hint of hesitation.

Too bad that today, she was about to learn the meaning of shame.

After Dashiell left, I contacted a team of tabloid journalists who had worked with my company for years, telling them to wait outside the Four Seasons Hotel at 3 PM.

Wanting to witness Dashiell's utter humiliation, I arrived at the Four Seasons after lunch.