By the time I checked my phone, I had five missed calls. When I called back, Andrew’s furious voice lashed out:
“Where are you? What the hell were you doing just now?”
“Having dinner. Why? Do you need something?”
Andrew fell silent, stunned, unprepared.
Of course—before, I had set a special ringtone just for him, never silenced my phone, and always answered on the first ring.
Seeing he had nothing to say, I hung up.
Still chatting happily with Daniel Clark, I let him walk me home. Just as we reached the door, Andrew stormed out of his car and punched Daniel.
“Damn you, trying to steal my woman? Rachel Moore is my wife!”
I rushed to help Daniel, dodging Andrew’s rage. “Calm down, we’re just friends.”
“Friends? Don’t play me for a fool. I’m a man—I know that look!”
Another punch swung, missing Daniel and slamming into my temple. My glasses shattered, darkness closing in.
Even as I crumpled to the ground in pain, Andrew didn’t stop—until Chloe White stumbled out of the car, clothes disheveled, crying:
“Andrew, stop! You’ll kill someone!”
Like a lion soothed, Andrew instantly calmed down.
Afraid to frighten Chloe, he covered her eyes and carried her back into the car.
Only then did I notice his shirt collar was undone, three buttons open, and the shimmer of lipstick on his mouth.
It was obvious what he and Chloe had been doing inside.
Accusing me of betrayal, while indulging in his own.
After sending Daniel to the hospital, I collapsed into a chair, utterly exhausted.
My phone rang again and again, like a death knell.
Answering it, I headed to New York, rehearsing countermeasures along the way.
The moment I landed, Andrew greeted me with a vicious slap across the face.
“You bitch! I told you to give that project to Chloe. If you didn’t want to, you could’ve said so! Instead you sabotaged her. Now the project’s failed, Chloe might go to jail—is this what you wanted?”
“I, Rachel Moore, will never admit to something I didn’t do!”
But no matter how I investigated, the loophole was always at the stage Chloe had handled.
She swore I was the culprit, and Andrew believed her without question, even bribing board members to testify against me.
Within days, I was dismissed in disgrace.
But Andrew had no idea—I already held all the evidence.
Neither Chloe nor Andrew would escape.
After I stopped going to the Smith Corporation, Andrew came home more often, his eyes gleaming with secret joy.