The woman clutched her swollen, red cheek, staring at me in shock. "You..."
Without hesitation, I slapped her again.
"Had enough to say? You were the one who brought those auction people, weren't you? We're both women, how could you do something like that?"
In response, Hailey sneered arrogantly.
"Not all women are the same. I just wanted to watch you get ruined and then see Eric kick you out!"
When I first saw her private photo collection, I felt a twinge of envy. Because my husband of five years never took a single photo of me, yet he was willing to cross every line for another woman. But I quickly realized that once I stopped caring about Eric, I stopped caring about photos altogether.
In fact, I even felt a sense of relief. At least I discovered his true colors sooner rather than
