Chapter 3
Maverick had been staying out for days again. I could see updates about him and Emma through her social media posts every day.
He cooked for her, cleaned her place, and even washed her underwear by hand just because she’d injured her hand.
“A gentleman stays away from the kitchen.”
“Cooking and doing laundry are women’s jobs.”
“Ophelia, you’re a good wife and mother. You don’t need me to handle these household chores.”
All the excuses and so–called principles he’d once had with me had suddenly disappeared when it came to Emma. At the end of
the day, it was simply the difference between love and indifference.
If this had happened before, my heart would have been torn apart. But now, I felt nothing. I knew that their so–called happiness
was nothing but an illusion. It would burst like a bubble with just one prick.
Over the past few days, I had someone investigate Emma’s life overseas. The results were quite interesting–she had spent
money recklessly, worked as an escort, and had even developed a gambling addiction, racking up millions of dollars in debt.
In three days, I would present all this evidence at the shareholders‘ meeting, right in front of Maverick
I was eager to see how he would handle the double blow to both his career and his love life.
The day before the shareholders‘ meeting, a call came in from the wedding planning company. They informed me that they had arranged the wedding photoshoot Maverick and I had previously booked.
