Oops! My Ex Wife Is Now My Boss

Chapter Four: The Unexpected

“Has she come to scold Helen for letting me sleep in her house? What a despicable woman,” she hissed and cursed under her breath.

She peeked again, and raised her eyebrow skeptically; they were having a friendly conversation, contrary to what she had thought. She leaned closer to the window, straining her ears to hear the details of the conversation.

“She had just left, and she’s on her way back home. She said she wants to sort things out with Marcus,” Helen revealed, her voice calm and composed.

Louisa sucked on her bottom teeth. “Why didn’t you tell your dumb friend to give up already? Marcus would never accept her after everything that had happened yesterday.” She scoffed.

“Anyways, you did a great job at capturing Clover’s unclad images and deleting all the messages from her phone.” She nodded with pleasure, a satisfactory smile plastering her face.

Helen had a mischievous glint in her eyes. “And you did a great job at denying the act and feigning innocence. Now that the deal is done, we need to move to the next phase of our plan. She grinned smugly, her voice dripping with animosity.

Clover's eyes widened in shock as she listened to their conversation, disbelief washing all over her face. Her brain was buzzing with confusion as she tried to piece together what she had just seen and heard.

“Am I dreaming or something? Helen, my best friend, is working with Louisa to ruin my marriage and tarnish my reputation. This is unbelievable.” Her jaw clenched, and her face instantly went pale, like all the blood in her body had drained.

She blinked and shook her head. “I will not let this slide; I have to confront them.” She bit down on her lower lip and walked to the door. She barged into the house; her sudden entrance startled them like a jolt of electricity.

Helen's mouth fell open with shock upon seeing Clover. It was like she had just seen a ghost, and she stood there in disbelief. “Clover, what are you doing here? I thought…” she stuttered, her words getting stuck in her throat.

Clover inched closer to them, a bitter smile stretching across her face. “You thought I had gone home, right? That's why you invited your partner in crime here so that you both can gloat over my suffering,” she scoffed.

Helen gulped, trying to swallow the lump that hung in her throat, “I was just……”

Clover hushed her mid-sentence, “Oh please, cut the pretense, Helen. I overheard your conversation with Louisa from the window. So you were behind what had happened yesterday. I had always known that Louisa had framed me, but never in my wildest imagination would I have thought that my best friend would stab me in the back like this,” she lamented, her face portraying anger and disappointment.

The shock on Helen's face disappeared and was replaced with a deep smirk. “Fine, since you've caught us red-handed and there's no point denying it anymore. I did it, and I have no regrets,” she admitted, her voice sharp and unapologetic.

Clover’s breath hitched as she swallowed the sting of Helen's words, “But why, Helen? I thought you were my best friend and we had each other's backs. How could you do this to me?” She whispered, endless pain and regret overwhelming her.

Helen rolled her eyes and shrugged without a trace of guilt. “Yes, I know we are best friends, but life happens…”

“Are you surprised?” Louisa interjected, her mean voice cutting through the tense air. “It's not a big deal; she's not even your family member, so she's not indebted to you. Remember I promised to go to any length to tear you and Marcus apart, and I'm glad I was able to achieve that through your best friend here.” She gestured at Helen, her voice filled with venom.

“I can't believe this is happening. I need to inform Marcus about this. He needs to know about this.” She gulped, her voice laced with a mix of hurt and disappointment as she turned towards the door.

Louissa and Helen exchanged a glance and burst into hysterical laughter. Clover paused in her tracks, and her brows arched in confusion as she turned back to them. “What’s so funny?” she asked. “You should be worried about what will happen to the two of you when Marcus finds out the truth.”

Louisa had a wicked smile on her lips. “Oh, Clover, you are so gullible. Do you think Marcus will believe you? He didn't believe you yesterday; what makes you think that he will believe you today?” She leaned closer, her breath cold and mocking.

Clover smiled, “I know he will believe me because I have evidence.” Her voice came out sharper with an air of confidence. She brought out her phone and played a voice recording for them. “All our conversations are recorded on this phone, so there is no denial,” she divulged, a twisted smirk playing on her lips.

Louissa let out a humorless chuckle. “This is just a voice recording; I can easily deny it. There’s no proof that it’s my voice.” She scoffed, sounding so sure of herself.

“Are you sure about that?” Clover snapped back at her, a cold smile hanging on her lips. She scrolled through her phone and played a video, showing them the screen.

“How about this? Do you still think he will doubt me after he watches the video? I recorded this video when I was peeking at you both from the window,” she revealed, her eyes gleaming with confidence.

Louissa and Helen's triumphant smiles froze, their eyes widening in shock as they watched the video. Louissa immediately fell on her knees, dread pooling in her stomach, and her whole body trembling inadvertently.

Helen stood stunned, her brows furrowed in confusion as she watched the almighty Louisa kneel before Clover. Louisa shot her a sharp look, “Why are you still standing there? Can’t you see that we are doomed?” She chided her and pulled her forcefully until she fell on her knees.

Louissa clasped her hands together, her gaze soft and pleading. “Please don’t show this to Marcus; we can settle this amicably. How much do you need to keep your mouth shut?” Anxiety and desperation washed all over her face.

Clover glanced at Louisa, her eyes showing a mixture of hate and disgust. “Come on, Louisa, do you think everyone can be bought with money? I am showing this Marcus, and after that I'm going straight to the police station to file a case against you for defamation of character,” she spelled out, her voice laced with determination.

“Please, Clover, forgive me. I'm still your best friend. I don't know what came over me. Please don't show the video to Marcus or the police.” Helen pleaded desperately, realizing that there was no other way out.

Clover c****d her head, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips. “Oh really, because I now have an edge over you, you suddenly realized that I’m your best friend. It's too late to apologize, Helen. I must prove myself innocent and restore my image.” She asserted, her tone filled with spite.

Clover's gaze darted between Louisa and Helen, sharp and discerning. “I’m leaving,” she said to them and stormed out of the house.

She headed towards the road to get a cab back home when a man accidentally bumped into her, the slight impact causing her to stagger, and her phone accidentally fell out of her hands and landed on the ground.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” the man said apologetically. He helped her pick up the phone and gave it back to her.

“It’s fine,” she said hastily as she took the phone from him and put it into her bag. She flagged down a cab and headed back home.

The cab soon pulled up in front of the house, and she got down from the cab. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as she was just some steps closer to exposing the truth.

The thought of facing Marcus again made her stomach churn with worry even though she now had evidence to prove her innocence. Her hands trembled as she pushed the door open and stepped into the living room. Her eyes landed on Marcus, who was seated on the couch reading a newspaper with his legs crossed.

Marcus lowered his newspaper and threw a sharp glare at her. “What are you doing here after spending the night with your numerous boyfriends?” His voice sliced through the air, sharp and direct.

Marcus' words felt like a knife twisting in her chest, but she brushed it off. She inhaled sharply to calm her pounding heart before speaking.

“Please, Marcus, I know you are misjudging me based on what you saw on the screen yesterday, but I'm here to clarify everything. I have proof to show that I’m innocent,” she said in a soft, persuasive tone.

Marcus c****d his head to the side and threw a skeptical look at her. “Proof?” What proof could you possibly have to refute your promiscuity? Your secret is out in the open, and you are here talking about proof,” he retorted, his voice laced with mockery.

Clover fumbled with the zip of her bag and brought out her phone. She paused for a moment, lines creasing on her forehead as she glanced at her phone.

“This is not my phone; how is this possible?” Her lips trembled as she was engulfed in a haze of confusion.