"Taking advantage of someone when they're drunk—this is what mistresses like you do?"
Aisha's eyes flashed with anger, and she raised her hand to slap me, but I blocked it.
That was when I remembered her silk scarf.
"Aisha, I'm not here to argue about your accessories. I just want to ask you one thing: Since you've taken over my walk-in closet, have you ever seen this diary?"
I pulled out my phone and showed her a photo.
To my surprise, her face flickered with a brief moment of discomfort before it twisted into something almost gleeful. "Your mom's diary? I thought it was something valuable, the way you hid it so carefully."
"What's in it? Just a bunch of sentimental nonsense, I'm sure. Probably something you wouldn't even understand, with your shallow mind."
"I threw it away."
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