The investigator smiled.


    “Everyone in our circles knows about Melody–she’s famous for being ambitious. She pulled the same move at her previous


    “What move?”


    “ssic homewrecker move.”


    The PI pulled out a file.


    “But she’s smart–never makes the first move. Creates situations where men think it’s their choice.”


    My heart sank.


    A weekter, the investigator gave me a report.


    While there was no evidence of actual infidelity, there were many inappropriate details.


    Melody would massage Jaxon’s shoulders when he workedte.


    They frequently shared working meals, with Melody “naturally” using her own fork to serve him food.


    Melody’s office contained Jaxon’s spare shirts.


    And security footage showed Melody entering Jaxon’s officete at night multiple times, staying for hours.


    “While it could all be exined as work–rted…” The investigator shook his head. “Normal boss–employee rtionships


    aren’t this intimate.”


    With the report in hand, I returned home to find Melody leaving the house.


    “Iris! You’re back!”


    Her smile was radiant.


    “I just tidied up your room–Jax said you’ve been busy and haven’t had time to clean.”


    “You went into my bedroom?”


    “Yeah, it was a mess. I got everything organized for you.”


    She seemed concerned.


    “Women need to stay polished, or their husbands start losing interest.”


    I pushed her away, open the bedroom door and saw everything had really been moved,


    Cosmetics rearranged, clothes reorganized, even the bedsheets changed.


    She’d erased my presence, bit by bit.


    Melody leaned against the doorframe, smirking.


    “I tossed those old clothes of yours–totally outdated. Women need to invest in themselves, or how can they keep their man’s


    attention?”


    “Those were MY things! What right did you have to throw them away?!”


    “Jax approved it.”


    She blinked innocently. “He said you haven’t been yourselftely and asked me to help out more.”


    I took a deep breath. “Melody, what exactly do you want?”


    She paused, thenughed.


    “Iris, what could I possibly want? I’m just doing my job conscientiously.”


    “Oh, really!” I pulled out the PI’s report on my phone and shove to her face. “And this is part of your job too?!”


    She nced at it, her expression flickering before returning to calm.


    “Iris, you… don’t trust Jax<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    “I don’t trust YOU!”


    “Then you should ask Jax directly.”


    Her smile was loaded with meaning.


    “Though I’d advise against it. Men hate distrust and surveince. You’ll only push him further away.”


    “And…”


    She leaned closer, lowering her voice.


    “Who do you think Jax would believe–you or me?”