Using Ethan’s innocent, childlike appearance, I gained advantages. I scattered strands of women’s hair around the house, planted a lipstick in the passenger seat, and swiped sample perfumes from counters—all to create the illusion that another woman was around Daniel.
Chloe fell for it quickly. Within a month, she was suspicious and hysterical.
“Daniel, you’d better explain! What have you been doing behind my back? Are you that much of a playboy, chasing after every woman you see? How could you do this to me?!”
Daniel’s veins bulged as he snapped.
“Chloe, I don’t know what you’re talking about! Stop making a scene! Last night you accused my client and attacked her, leaving her bruised. Now she’s suing me. Do you realize how much that deal was worth? Millions of dollars!”
“I hit her because her hair matched the hair I found here—exactly the same as that tramp’s!”
