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During the third week of the ongoing feud with Francis Travis, he publicly announced his newest relationship with a little-known actress.
The program determined my capture attempt had failed and instructed me to choose a different identity and alter my other objectives.
However, just as I was on the verge of succeeding in my mission.
Francis, who had been out of contact with the group, unexpectedly phoned me in the middle of the night.
"Selma, to draw me out, you've now stooped so low as to get involved with my father, haven't you?"
I stared in shock and nudged the slumbering man beside me awake.
"Didn't you tell me you were unattached? When did you have a child?"

After The Breakup, I Have Sex With His Uncle

The comment section beneath my post was filled with cruel gossip. The most hurtful remarks brought back memories of my six-year pursuit of Francis.


In those days, I set aside my dignity and chased after him for three years, orchestrating "accidental" meetings and struggling to fit into his social circle.


He enjoyed clubbing, so I researched nightlife fashion. I dressed in skimpy outfits and "coincidentally" ran into him at the same venues.


He was into fitness and travel, so I prepared healthy meals and shared them online, trying to create common ground between us.


My efforts paid off when Francis finally noticed me.


After a drunken encounter led to intimacy, our relationship remained undefined.


Whenever Francis brought me around his friends, I endured their taunts.


"Francis is so good to his little pet, always taking it out for walks."


Their words stung, but Francis was indifferent.


When I angrily confronted his wealthy friends, he scolded me instead. "It's just teasing, why so serious? If you can't handle it, leave."


Recalling my past subservience, I furiously typed a response, vowing revenge for all I'd suffered.


As I prepared to hit send, Isaac appeared, freshly changed.


"You've been reading those messages?" Isaac asked, sounding displeased.


Startled, I tried to explain, but Isaac was already on his phone. "I don't want to see the Clements or anyone else in town tomorrow."


After hanging up, he embraced me and said gently, "As my wife now, let me deal with this trash for you."


Isaac's tone was commanding, but his eyes held a tenderness I'd never known in my years with Francis.


Nestled in Isaac's arms, I nodded eagerly and softly replied, "Alright."


That evening, we took many photos with the Parisian designer, who invited us to dinner.


As I dried my hair, my newly charged phone began buzzing with messages from Francis.


[Francis: Nathan and the others were joking, and you got my dad to ruin their families? Selma, are you trying to destroy me?]


[Francis: One last chance. Meet me at our old spot. Behave, and I'll make peace.]


[Francis: Selma, why aren't you here? Don't be shameless. My patience is running out. I'll wait one more hour.]


[Francis: Selma, is my dad that good in bed? He's ancient. What do you want from him? How can I compete with an old man?]


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