Just as Cora''s fingers were about to touch his belt buckle, the special ringtone red through the car''s cramped interior, shockingly loud.


    The sudden noise made her snatch her hand back. Her mother''s warnings flooded her mind, along with the realization that the car was likely equipped with a dashcam.


    She swallowed hard, her moment of boldness vanishing. Instead, she reached across him and fastened his seatbelt.


    "Sir, your phone is ringing."


    The persistent ringtone finally broke through Lionel''s drunken stupor. The sound conjured an image of Hannah''s face-she always hated that ringtone, her expression souring every time it went off.


    This time, without even looking at the screen, he swiped to decline the call.


    "Hannah..." he murmured.


    Driving, Cora heard him whisper Hannah''s name. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she shot him a sharp nce.


    They say a drunk man calls out the name of the person he loves most. But Lionel didn''t love Hannah. Why would he say her name now?


    Cora''s grip tightened on the steering wheel, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the road ahead.


    So what if he loves her? They''re getting divorced anyway. The title of Mrs. Hannah Rosenberg will be mine soon enough.


    All she had to do was act before Sandra did. With her mother being Mrs. Rosenberg''s trusted confidante, what chance would a bankrupt heiress like Sandra have against her?


    The car pulled smoothly into the garage.


    Cora looked at the intoxicated man beside her. As she got out of the car, she deliberately nced down at her own long legs, exposed beneath her short skirt.


    A small, knowing smile touched her lips. She reached under her skirt, removed the flimsy piece of fabric that served as her underwear, and clenched it in her fist as she walked around to the passenger side.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, we''re home. Let me help you inside." She leaned into the car, surreptitiously dropping the item onto the seat.


    Cora pressed her body against his as she struggled to pull the heavy man from the car.


    "Mom, you''re just in time! Help me get sir upstairs. He''s had way too much to drink."


    Lily saw the state of them and rushed over, her voice a harsh whisper. "You didn''t do anything foolish, did you?"


    "Mom!" Cora hissed, gritting her teeth. "What do you take me for? I was just looking out for him. Now help me get Mr. Rosenberg to his room."


    Lily eyed her daughter suspiciously. Something felt off, but she said no more and helped support Lionel up to the master bedroom.


    Hannah had just finished her nightly. routing and was lying in bed when she heard a knock The door opened to reveal the mother-daughter duo helping Lionel into the room.


    "Ma''am, sir is very drunk," Cora announced, carefullyying him on the bed. Then, without a moment''s hesitation, her hands moved to his belt.


    Thankfully, Lily was faster. She grabbed her daughter''s wrist, shot her a warning re, and yanked her out of the room.


    "Ow! Why did you grab me so hard?" Cora cried, wrenching her hand free as soon as they were in the hallway.


    "If I hadn''t were you going to strip


    Mr. Rosenberg and climb on top of him right then and there? Cora, have


    you lost your


    per


    mind? Did you forget everything I told you?"


    The memory of how expertly Cora''s hands had gone for the belt buckle made


    Lily''s blood run cold. She could only pray Hannah hadn''t noticed.


    "I..."


    Lily''s words snapped her back to reality. She had almost done something incredibly stupid.


    "That''s enough! Go to your room and get some sleep. It''s only a few more weeks, so just be patient. Once the divorce is final, you can do whatever you want without being called & married!


    homewrecker They''re su


    Haven''t you seen what happened to Sandra? Learn from her mistakes!"