Chapter 1

I suddenly received a text message during our date: "The mistress will die tonight."

I didn't think much of it, since I wasn't a mistress anyway.

But later that night, while getting intimate with my boyfriend, there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Honey, I'm home."

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I hear these words and push Holt away abruptly.

The side of my neck still bears the mark of his kiss, and I'm trembling all over in shock.

"You lied to me," I accuse, pointing at him. "You have a wife?"

His expression turns a bit unnatural, but he tries to placate me: "Callie, I'll explain later. Can you please hide for now?"

No way.

I want to tell Holt's wife that your husband is pretending to be single out there and has been deceiving me for three months.

Holt tries to calm me down while calling out to the person outside: "Monica, just a moment, I'm in the shower."

I suddenly freeze.

Shaking, I ask in a low voice: "What... what's her name?"

"Monica."

My vision goes dark.

I have no choice but to hide in the closet.

The reason is simple - our company's CEO's daughter is named Monica.

If it were anyone else, I'd clear my name and never see them again.

But I can't afford to offend the CEO's daughter.

Even if I tell her I didn't know, would she believe me?

I've never met Miss Monica in person and don't know her personality, so I really can't risk it.

I can only hide in this closet and pray for this to be over quickly.Holt had already opened the door for Miss Monica.

They entered the living room together, and I heard Holt ask gently, "Weren't you supposed to go to France? Why are you back so early?"

Miss Monica's voice was sweet and soft, "I missed you, of course."

They sat on the couch, nuzzling close to each other. Miss Monica was sitting in the exact spot where I had been moments ago.

Meanwhile, I was hiding in the closet, barely able to breathe.

Suddenly, Miss Monica's movements stopped.

Her gaze moved past Holt's shoulder, looking towards the back.

"What's that?"

Holt's body stiffened.

He turned his head, following Miss Monica's line of sight—

On the dining table, there were two used wine glasses.

Miss Monica's smile became somewhat strained.

She said, "Honey, didn't you say you'd be home alone tonight?"

A fleeting look of panic crossed Holt's eyes.

But he quickly regained his composure: "Alright, I lied to you."

"Mr. Gevano from Shengxing Tech came over. He wanted me to start a business with him. I know you've always been against this, so I didn't dare tell you."

Miss Monica said reproachfully, "That Mr."Gevano is totally unreliable. If you really want to start a business, I'll talk to Daddy and introduce you to better resources."

Holt pulled Miss Monica into his arms and laughed, "I'll do whatever you say. I won't bother with him anymore."

After a moment of affection, Miss Monica got up to make pear water for Holt.

It's worth noting that she truly loved Holt. A wealthy heiress worth billions was willing to personally cook for him.

While preparing the pear water, Miss Monica casually removed the wine glasses from the dining table.

Her hand paused for a moment.

On one of the glasses, there was a lipstick stain.

Miss Monica's gaze began to scan the room.

For a split second, I felt like she looked my way.

But perhaps it was just my imagination, because in the next instant, Miss Monica averted her gaze.

She brought the prepared pear water to Holt.