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The evening prior to my wedding anniversary, I was stunned by a threatening email demanding a substantial sum of money.
The footage, captured by a concealed camera in a hotel room during Cornelius Lynch's business trip, revealed intimate encounters.
"My spouse is so traditional, restricting my actions. It's stifling," he complained.
For three consecutive nights, he was with different women, each bearing a striking resemblance to his childhood flame, Zevanka Collins.
The explicit nature and scale of the recordings left me speechless and numb.
[I refuse to pay. If you intend to spread it, do so quickly.]
[Should you fail to release it by 5 pm tomorrow, I'll do it myself.]

Betrayal, and a Supermoon, My Time-Traveling Revenge Plot

"The question of whether it constitutes prostitution or not hinges on law enforcement's interpretation."


The crowd erupted in commotion, and Serena seized the moment to make her move.


"Given our company's trending status, let's capitalize on the publicity."


"Please give a warm welcome to our latest signing, Killian Schroeder!"


The name resonated in my ears, and my pulse quickened as I intently observed the large display.


On screen, Killian ascended from the stage, donning the production's military attire. His posture was upright and dignified, like a towering pine. His strong brows and piercing gaze, coupled with his gait, exuded the aura of a formidable commander.


As if struck by lightning, my heart jolted at the sight.


The distinctive mark near Killian's eye was etched into my vision.


A whirlwind of emotions engulfed me, propelling me to dash downstairs.


Tears flowed freely as I abandoned waiting for the lift, opting instead to rush down the stairwell.


Throughout my descent, the surge of feelings threatened to overwhelm me.


With a resounding crash, I burst into the media briefing area.


All eyes turned to me, including those of Cornelius and Zevanka.


"Jessica, are you here to beg my pardon? Let me tell you, I ...."


As Cornelius approached me, hurling invectives, I shoved him aside and sprinted towards the platform.


I gazed up at him reverently, my thoughts a jumble, then clasped his hand as tears streamed down my cheeks.


"Killian, I'm Jessica Bailey, your Jessica Bailey."


Killian stood motionless on stage, bewildered.


"Well, Jessica, you're ready to discard me for this newcomer who resembles me, is that it?"


Cornelius charged at me, barely containing his fury as he gestured accusingly.


"Be quiet!" I bellowed at him, leaving Cornelius astounded by my sudden change in demeanor.


Zevanka materialized beside me and shoved me roughly.


"Jessica, how dare you implicate Cornelius?"


The artwork in my bag scattered across the floor.


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