Hanna sighed in relief. "That's good. I was really worried you might get soft-hearted. If I help you with the divorce and then Chase regrets it and you give him a second chance, I'd end up the bad guy."
She continued asking, "Monica, do you have any leads on the mistress?"
I noted down the mistress's Big Eye account and followed her. This account had few followers and seemed created specifically to document her relationship with Chase. From the people she followed, I found a likely suspect.
"Sabrina Stewart? Chase's first love?" Hanna added, "If it's her, then Chase is truly despicable."
It's not surprising she said that because Chase really was that low. Sabrina was Chase's first girlfriend. They had an early romance in high school, but after graduation, Sabrina left Chase, who was still a poor boy, to study abroad with a wealthy second-generation heir. According to Chase's friends, he was devastated and even attempted suicide over her.
I hadn't paid attention to Sabrina before, thinking she was part of Chase's past and not worth worrying about. But I forgot how strong the pull of an ex-girlfriend could be. 'When an ex cries, the current lover always loses,' was not just an empty saying.
Last night, I traced Samantha's account to Sabrina's and found that she returned to the country a year ago with the title of a genius fashion designer. Her posts matched the times and places Chase claimed to be on business trips. Most importantly, both Samantha and Sabrina had identical moles on the backs of their hands.
Seeing Sabrina's face and combining it with Samantha's chat records with Chase, I sadly realized I might really be Sabrina's substitute. We shared a similar appearance and with the same hairstyle and clothes, we could be at least seventy percent alike.
"A so-called genius fashion designer, but her designs aren't as good as yours." Hanna scoffed.
I majored in fashion design in college and my mentor once said I had great talent and could become a rising star in the industry if I persisted. But that incident nearly destroyed my will, leading me to quit my job and focus on recuperating at home. Over the past three years, I completed ten designs but never turned them into finished products, locking them all in my studio. It's been almost a year since I last looked at them or picked up a pencil.