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“What are you talking about?” Carmela’s text came through on the dummy account, the words filled with panic.
I smirked, leaning back in my chair. It hadn’t taken long for her to reach out after my message.
“How do you know the truth? Who are you?”
“You can’t tell Adrian. I’m warning you!”
I laughed softly, imagining her pacing, her perfect little world crumbling. She was a liar, just like Adrian. Both of them deserved to rot in the mess they created.
Instead of replying, I dialed the agency.
“I need you to find someone,” I said, skipping pleasantries.
The voice on the other end was calm. “Who?”
“Carmela’s boyfriend,” I said. “The real father of her child. Start with Rose Corporation. He’s bound to be someone in Adrian’s company,”
“Understood. We’ll notify you when we find him.”
Hanging up, I allowed myself a moment to savor the thought. Carmela and Adrian tearing each other apart over her lies? Perfect
The next few days were blissfully quiet. I spent my mornings jogging through the serene streets of the suburbs, breathing in the fresh air and enjoying a life that didn’t revolve around Adrian’s demands or Carmela’s schemes.
One morning, as I rounded a corner, my phone buzzed.
“It’s done,” the agency said when I answered. “Carmela’s been having an affair with another employee at Rose Corporation. He’s the father of her baby, and we’ve gathered all the proof.”
I smiled, wiping the sweat from my brow “Send it all to Adrian. Let him deal with it.”
“As you wish,” the agent replied.
I hung up, feeling the rush of satisfaction. Adrian thought he could control everything. He thought Carmela was his salvation. He’d soon learn the truth.
Back at the inn, I scrolled through my phone, checking the latest news. As expected, the narrative had shifted. *Felicity Rose Accused of Causing Carmela’s Miscarriage,” one headline read
The article painted me as the villain. A jealous wife who couldn’t produce an heir and resorted to poisoning her husband’s mistress. The public ate it up, the comments filled with hatred against me.
“She deserved it.”
“No wonder Adrian cheated.”
“She’s probably still alive, hiding somewhere.”
I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone onto the bed. Their judgment meant nothing. As far as the world was concerned, I was dead. Let them curse my name. But I will assure them that my ghost will not be done hauntin them
Two days later, the breaking news hit every major outlet.
“Carmela’s Affair Exposed. Shocking Details of Rose Corporation Scandal.”
I sat on a park bench, sipping my coffee as I watched the story unfold on my phone
Adrian looked visibly shaken in the footage, his face pale and drawn as reporters bombarded him with questions.
“Mr. Rose, how do you respond to the evidence of Carmela’s affair?”
“Did you know she was using you for money?”
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“What does this mean for the Rose Corporation’s future?”
Adrian didn’t answer, pushing past the cameras as the crowd shouted more accusations.
Online, the reactions were brutal
“Serves him right.”
“This is karma for everything he did to Felicity.”
“I almost feel bad for him. Almost.”
I smiled, pleased that everything was going according to plan. Adrian was unraveling, and Carmela’s betrayal was only the beginning.
Later that evening, I opened my laptop and drafted an email to Hans Ward.
Hans had been Adrian’s rival for as long as I could remember. They’d competed over everything-business deals, social standing, even childhood games. If anyone would love to see Adrian fall, it was him.
I attached the deal I had secured during my time with Rose Corporation–the deal Adrian had taken for granted.
Subject: Let’s Bring Adrian Rose Down
Hans,
Attached is the international deal Adrian was counting on to save his company. Use it to win the bidding war and take Rose Corporation out of the game. No strings attached.
Who am I? Just someone who wants Adrian to fall as much as you do.
What do you say? Do we have a deal?
Satisfied, I stared out the window as the sun dipped below the horizon. The future of Rose Corporation was
about to crumble.
