Chapter 2 The Recording
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Easton froze for a moment when he saw me, then quickly covered it up with a smile and stepped forward, trying to hug me.
“Babe, I’m so sorry I had to pull an all-nighter at work yesterday and couldn’t make it home. But remember, I love you!”
I dodged his embrace, staring coldly at him. Just picturing him wrapped around another woman last night made my skin crawl.
He paused, catching sight of the shattered debris I’d swept to the floor. His face shifted to a look of guilt.
“Gianna, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you did all this for me. If you’d called, I would have dropped everything and come straight home!”
Even now, he was playing the role of the loving husband.
As he moved closer, I stopped him, anger boiling over. “Don’t call me babe, you lying jerk!”
Easton’s face darkened, clearly not expecting my outburst. He tried to counter, “Gianna, what’s wrong with you? I just missed one dinner!”
I stared at the man I’d known for years, suddenly seeing him in a new, horrifying light. How could I have missed it? He’d been fooling me for so long.
“Babe, you’re so affectionate today. Is it because of the baby?”
“Yes! Easton, I love you, and so does our baby!”
The recording played, and Easton’s expression went from shocked to blank.
After a few seconds, he laughed—a relieved laugh, without a trace of guilt.
“So, you found out.”
“Fine. No need to hide it anymore.”
He spread his hands and his eyes turned cold, the act dropping completely.
“Yes, I cheated. I love Leah. She’s going to have my child, and we’re going to be happy together.”
He sneered, looking down at me with disdain.
“If you’d just kept pretending not to know, we could have stayed the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes. I would have treated you well. After all, without me, you’re just a pathetic joke no one would care about!”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. My fist connected with his face, solid and satisfying.
Easton screamed out in pain.
“Argh!”
Before he could react, I kicked him, sending him sprawling to the floor.
I’d taken up boxing during school to protect myself from bullies, using some of my hard-earned wages to pay for lessons. It was supposed to be for self-defense, not for dealing with my own husband.
But soon enough, Easton would just be my ex-husband.
The house staff arrived on schedule, only to be greeted by the sight of Easton bleeding and me standing over him. They screamed.
Easton, desperate, called out, “Help! Call 911, get an ambulance!”
I stuffed a cloth into his mouth, silencing him, and turned to the stunned staff. “Starting today, you all have a paid two-week vacation. Go enjoy it.”
As the rightful owner of this house, they listened to me. After the initial shock wore off, they filed out, leaving Easton without a single ally.
His eyes filled with fear, wide and panicked as he looked at me.
Grabbing his collar, I smirked coldly. “As for you, get ready to speak to my lawyer.”
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