Chapter 3 In the Dark
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Waylon chuckled. "It's just that I have a grudge against Vance."
I looked at his face as he spoke. There was an unmistakable seriousness in his eyes.
Forget it.
There was no point in overthinking it. Whatever his reasons, that email had been a huge help.
If Waylon hadn't stepped in, I would still be completely in the dark about Vance's betrayal.
I pulled the prepared documents out of my handbag.
At first, Waylon glanced at them disinterestedly, but when his eyes landed on the text, his gaze froze.
His usual nonchalance disappeared, and he quickly, but thoroughly, read the entire document.
A moment later, I noticed his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. "Are you serious?"
I nodded. The shares were of no use to me. I didn't want to be tied to the Walters family any longer, so selling them for cash seemed much more practical.
Plus, it would be satisfying to see Vance lose his inheritance—it was a win-win for me.
Waylon's eyes flickered. "Fine. I won't take advantage of you. Your price is too low. I'll offer you an extra eighty million."
I blinked in surprise. "That's way above market value."
By the time I finished speaking, the money had already been transferred.
He gave me a small, almost imperceptible smile. "It's my personal offer."
I couldn't tell if it was my imagination, but his gaze seemed a little too intense.
I nodded quietly, not pressing further, and stood up to leave.
Just as I was about to walk away, he called after me. "Since Ms. Castro has done me a huge favor, let me give you a little tip."
I looked up at him, and he smirked, speaking slowly, deliberately. "Selena is married."
My breath caught, and I looked at him, wide-eyed.
Waylon seemed to enjoy my reaction. He handed me his phone. "Add me. I'll share everything I know."
I didn't hesitate. I added him as a friend.
Once we were connected, he handed me a business card.
Leaning in close, he whispered in my ear, still smiling. "This is her husband's contact information. And here's another little tip for you: Selena's husband has a volatile temper. He hates betrayal and won't let anyone get away with it."
I glanced down at the name on the card... it looked so familiar.
How had I not realized it before?
Waylon's voice pulled me back to the moment. "Her husband is Christian Huynh, the vice president at my company. A man who always settles scores."
The name hit me like a ton of bricks.
Christian. Cold, calculating, and always out for revenge.
Once he found out about Selena's affair, I knew he wouldn't let her off easy.
Without wasting another second, I dialed his number.
When the call connected and I heard his familiar voice, I knew instantly it was him.
Christian. The ruthless VP at my company.
I didn't mince words. I got straight to the point.
There was a brief pause on the other end, and then Christian's cold, detached voice responded. "Why should I believe you?"
I understood his hesitation—after all, I didn't have concrete proof on the phone.
I added him as a friend and sent over most of the evidence I'd gathered, including the video of Selena and Vance in bed.
The chat went silent for what felt like forever. I was afraid he would confront Selena right away, and I didn't want that.
I needed to ruin her at the height of her happiness. That way, her suffering would be all the more delicious.
A woman like her deserved nothing less.
I typed quickly: Mr. Huynh, please stay calm. I know this is hard to take in, but if we expose everything now, it'll be too easy for them. Would you be willing to work with me on this?
Two seconds later, he replied: How would we cooperate?
I smirked and typed back: Tomorrow is my wedding. Selena's affair partner is my fiancé. They're planning to have Selena as my bridesmaid. The dresses are nearly identical to my wedding gown. What I'm proposing is this: since they want a secret wedding, why don't we give them exactly what they want? A grand, unforgettable wedding. What do you think?
It seemed like my proposal had worked. Christian responded almost immediately: It's a deal.
I smiled to myself, and we quickly hashed out the details of the plan.
A scheme full of revenge was coming together, and I couldn't wait to see how it would play out the next day.
After wrapping up my conversation with Christian, I gathered all the evidence and turned it into a PowerPoint presentation. I had it printed and made sure to prepare enough copies for all the wedding guests.
By the time night fell, I got a call from Vance. He seemed to have realized something wasn't quite right. "Elva, have you written the vows yet? Please send them to me so I can practice. I don't want to mess up tomorrow. That would be so embarrassing."
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Embarrassing? He hadn't seen anything yet.
"Don't worry, there's plenty of time tomorrow. I've made cards for you so you won't forget your lines," I replied casually.
Vance's voice softened, clearly touched. "Elva, you're so thoughtful. After we're married, I'll make sure to take good care of you."
The irony was almost unbearable. If I didn't already know what a snake he was, I might have believed him.
I gave him a few vague responses and hung up.
It seemed like Vance was still busy gloating about his plans to secretly marry Selena. He even posted on social media, announcing that he was finally going to be with his first love.
I couldn't resist liking the post and commenting: I won't disappoint you.
The next morning, I arrived at the wedding venue.
And finally, I saw her—Selena.
She was supposed to be the bridesmaid, but instead, she was right next to the groom, laughing and chatting away like she was the bride. Vance, for his part, was responding with a soft smile. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Selena was the one getting married.
I turned my gaze away, grabbed the microphone, and walked confidently up to the stage.
As I stepped up, Vance looked at me in confusion. I smiled and said, "Thank you all for taking the time to attend my wedding with Vance. I have a little gift for all of you!"
I motioned for the booklets I had prepared to be handed out to everyone.
When Vance saw the cover, his face drained of color. He must have realized what was happening. He rushed to the stage, shouting, "Elva! What the hell are you doing?"
I couldn't help but smile faintly as I watched him.
At that moment, the big screen behind me suddenly came to life.
Instead of the sweet video of us that should have played, a series of explicit images appeared—a man and woman entangled in an intimate embrace.
And there, clear as day, were Vance and Selena's faces on the screen.
Everyone in the room could see it—every last detail.
In the same instant, both Vance and Selena went white as ghosts.
The room fell silent. The only sound was the lewd moans echoing from the screen.
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