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    Elliana chuckled and typed back, “Don’t be naughty.”


    Just then, the door to her room opened, and Cole walked in.


    Elliana quickly ended her chat with Adah and cleared their conversation history to avoid any idental leaks.


    Cole sat beside her, slipping his arm around her. He kissed her ear softly and asked, “Who were you chatting with?”


    “My best friend, Adah,” she answered.


    The name made Cole pause. It rang a bell. After a moment, realization hit. An’s fiancée—the one returning from some backwater town—was also named Adah.


    Unaware that Elliana’s best friend and An’s fiancée were the same person, Cole chuckled and remarked, “Adah’s a prettymon name. Seems like there are tons of them around.”


    Elliana caught the meaning behind his words right away. She looked at him with a knowing smile. “Maybe. But not in our circle.”


    Cole blinked. “What do you mean?”


    Elliana leaned back slightly. “I mean… The Adah I know is probably the same one you’re thinking of.”


    Cole froze. “You’re saying your best friend Adah is that Adah? An’s fiancée?”


    “Yes,” Elliana replied with a nod.


    Cole stared, lips twitching in disbelief. What a small world. His wife’s best friend was the woman his buddy was being forced to marry. On the surface, it seemed like a happy coincidence. But he remembered An’s strong feelings—how much he hated the idea of being forced to marry Adah. An had even threatened to go against his family over it. Of course, Cole couldn’t say any of that to Elliana. He didn’t want to upset her. Instead, he asked, “What does your friend look like? Got any photos? Maybe I’ll take a peek—just helping out An.”


    Elliana grinned, picked up her phone, and texted Adah. “Adah, my husband wants to see your face on An’s behalf. Send a fresh selfie—no filters, no edits.”


    Adah replied, “Hold on. Let me fix myself up first.”


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    Elliana didn’t bother hiding her phone from Cole, allowing him to see the entire exchange. After reading Adah’s message, she smiled at Cole. “You know how we…”


    “Girls are. Gotta look perfect, even in a selfie.”


    Cole nodded with a small smile, understanding all too well.


    It didn’t take long before Adah’s photo came through. There were no filters, no edits, nothing touched up—it was raw, straight from her front camera.


    The moment Ellianaid eyes on it, her eyelid twitched. Adah had really outdone herself this time.


    For someone so stunning, Adah had made herself look like a total disaster in the photo, just to scare off An and sabotage the engagement. She was clearly pulling out all the stops.


    In the picture, her hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in days, and she was wearing a tacky, outdated jacket while feeding pigs. Whatever she did to her face was beyond belief. Her skin looked pale and lifeless, her cheeks sunken, and her eyes dull. And she didn’t stop there. When she smiled, there was a front tooth missing.


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