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    Lydia shot a nce at the downpour, now hammering the pavement with renewed force, and clicked her tongue in irritation. With no other option, she stayed put. But she wasn’t about to share a room with him. Marching straight to her car, she yanked the door open and got inside, mming it shut.


    Rain battered the windows, smearing the outside world into a shapeless haze.


    Jeffry remained under the eaves, unmoving, his eyes locked on her through the curtain of rain. The storm cast shadows over his face, hiding whatever emotion lingered there.


    Thirty minutes crawled by before the rain finally tapered off.


    Without dy, Lydia turned the key, reversed, and drove away—never once looking back.


    Neither of them noticed the quiet observer. The entire encounter had already been captured in photos and sent to Evelyn’s inbox—fuel for the fire she was about to start.


    Some of the’s heirs maintained a private group chat. When someone dropped a photo iming Jeffry had been spotted at the National Security Bureau, the thread lit up with spection. Was the Harper family eyeing new markets?


    But then, someone recognized Lydia in the photo.


    “That woman? I’ve seen her before at Malcolm’s Airsoft Arena. She was there with Jeffry, ying with his group.”


    “This is unreal! Hot gossip alert—does Jeffry have a secret mistress?” The group was made up of pampered andrgely unimpressive heirs, who’d done little more than bask in their family names. Their parents often used Jeffry as the gold standard—sharp, disciplined, and above reproach. To catch him slipping? It was like Christmas morning.


    “Jeffry? That model son? Caught cheating? I don’t believe it.”


    “Didn’t he just get married? And now he’s already cheating?”


    “Guess forbidden fruit does taste better.”


    A few of the more mischievous members forwarded the photo straight to Evelyn.


    In the photo, Jeffry and Lydia stood facing each other. There was no physical contact, no obvious sign of affection. But Evelyn, who had carried a torch for Jeffry for years, picked up on something no one else did. Jeffry looked at Lydia with a quiet intensity, his eyes steady and filled with a tenderness that left no room for doubt. He had never looked at her that way.


    Evelyn’s hands trembled as she stared at the image. Fury surged up like bile. The next moment, she hurled her phone across the room. She shot to her feet, her voice shrill with rage. “So this is why Jeffry has nevere home, as if I’m invisible to him! He’s been ensnared by some cheap seductress! How could he betray me like this? I have loved him with everything I have!”


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    A surge of fury zed through Evelyn as she stared at the woman in the photo. She vowed then and there that the shameless vixen would never get another chance to sink her ws into Jeffry.


    Consumed by spite, Evelyn immediately hired a private investigator.


    She needed to know who that woman was—and fast.


    Lydia remained a mystery, her trail obscured by sparse public records. Of the few connections uncovered, Elena stood out as the one she engaged with most frequently.


    And when Evelyn learned that Lydia and Elena were close, the fire inside her zed even hotter. That conniving Elena had purposely introduced that tramp to Jeffry. Elena, that maniptive snake, had orchestrated the entire thing to wreck her marriage.


    Evelyn had always disliked Elena, and now she saw her as a sworn enemy. In her mind, for that, Elena deserved to be exiled from the Harper family, once and for all.


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