My Husband Was Upstairs—His Brother Was in the Water with Me

Chapter 2

I took out my phone and opened the video shooting. I put it on top of the thin board where it met the wall. The workers made it twice thick. So it was perfect for a phone to stand there.

They seemed to have a half time break. Becky asked Aaron while panting heavily, “Compared to that old wife of yours, who has better skills to please you?”

Aaron did not answer at first. His dim eyes were filled with desire. After a while, he chuckled softly, “How could I still be interested in the woman who had seven abortions?”

“She is lucky to be alive. Why didn’t you do it?” Obviously, Becky was unhappy about Aaron doing nothing about something.

“I tried everything I could. I didn’t know why she didn’t die.” Aaron signed and kissed her lips as if to say sorry.

“Is your cousin helpful?” Becky asked again.

“Yes, he is making progress with my help. The drug is not easy to find. I think we will get what we want.” Aaron promised her.

“She is too rich. She deserves any consequence. Her fortune belongs to us.” Becky laughed.

Money talks. I was lucky I was wealthy. I would show them the consequence of betraying me.

“Yes, of course. Only you deserve having such a large sum of money.” He fawned on her.

The vicious woman was very satisfied with his answer and fiercely approached him, speaking vaguely, “Let me compensate myself to you.”

It seemed the trip was worthwhile, especially the video shooting.

I had great admiration for my own calmness. I didn’t scream, nor did I rushed to the next door. I just stood there watching, letting the video go on shooting their performance.

If there had been a mirror, my face must have twisted like a ghost.

So delighted was she about the suffering I would get in the future that her interests now totally turned to what she and Aaron were doing.

An even louder noise came from outside. I decided it was enough. I didn’t want to be caught watching the two bitches mating.

More importantly, I didn’t want them to know that I knew.

I picked the corridor where I would not possibly meet Aaron’s colleagues. Luckily, I didn’t.

Once I got into my car, I texted Aaron that I would spend a few days at my parents’ to take my mind off the lost baby.

I drove to the nearby hotel. I needed a quiet place to clarify my thoughts first. Then I would take necessary steps to treat them with their own way.

About an hour later, he called. I ignored his call.

Then he texted me, comforting me that it was only a fetus, not a baby.

I thanked him and said I needed some quite time.