Chapter 8
Audrey blanched at the complete lack of evidence in Jerome’s phone. Panic had her on the verge of tears as she habitually clutched the hem of my shirt. “What do we do now, Harley? The videos he took of me aren’t on his phone!
“Where could he have saved them? What do I do?”
I gave her a reassuring look. “Calm down.” I opened the hidden window to reveal the clone software running in the system. As I worked on disabling the software, I gave Audrey a brief explanation of how Jerome operated.
Jerome was a cautious man. He had two phones–one for his affairs and the other for his daily business.
“I discovered this when I caught him texting his third mistress in the middle of the night. My dad had just fallen ill at the time, and I couldn’t sleep a wink that night, not that I’d let Jerome know. He still has no idea of this.‘
When Audrey first mentioned the videos, I immediately thought of Jerome’s second phone.
But he was so secretive that he hid the phone well. I didn’t want to risk grabbing the wrong phone, what with the two phones being identical, and the only way to avoid it was to catch him using the incriminating device red–handed.
And that was why I set up this whole plan.
I decrypted the hidden window software and accessed the group chat Jerome shared with his inner circle. A whole bunch of videos leaped out before me, accompanied by crass
commentary.
“The new chick’s a total babe!” someone wrote.
“I just drugged myself a new one yesterday.”
Each message was more lewd than the last. The further down I scrolled, the angrier I became.
Audrey clapped her hand over her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Harley, I don’t know how this happened…”
“We’re calling the cops.” I fished out my phone without hesitation. Now that we had found evidence of Jerome and his friends‘ disgusting crime, none of them would escape the brutal rule of law.
The drug dosage hadn’t been strong to begin with. As the police stormed the lounge, Jerome slowly came to. He blinked at the commotion around him before his gaze fell on me, and he flew into a rage.
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“Harley, how could you do this to me after everything I’ve done for you? I was even prepared to have my kid take your last name! You bitch!” he roared.
I handed his phone to the police for evidence, but a text from Lillian came in at that moment. “Jerome, I spoke to your dad. It might take forever for us to get what we want if you were to marry into the Clark family and have the child take their family name.
“We should have our grandchild take our family name the moment you get your hands on the Clarks‘ fortune.”
The lounge fell into a deathly silence.
“Harley…” Audrey eyed me worriedly.
“It’s alright,” I said, smiling nonchalantly as I handed the phone to the waiting cop. Officer, will your investigation interfere with my divorce proceedings?”
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“Nope,” the young policewoman answered as she handed me a card, her face awash with a righteous glow. “Call this number if you need an attorney.”
Just as the cops took Jerome away, I suddenly recalled something and flashed him a bright smile. “By the way, Jerome, Audrey isn’t pregnant with your kid!”
“What?” Jerome only managed to give me a bewildered look before the cops shoved him into an idling cruiser. Even then, he bellowed, “I want an explanation now, Harley!”
The next day, I returned to the company to clean up the mess. It didn’t take long for Lillian and Mike to show up. “How dare you ruin Jerome’s life, Harley!”
I scoffed and pointed at the corners of the ceiling. “We’re at the company. Do you see the security cameras overhead? Feel free to throw a fit if you want to add to your son’s sentencing.”
Lillian shrank back, but when she saw the people looking our way, she raised her voice again. “Cut the bluff! Where’s that slut that got herself knocked up?”
With a roll of my eyes, I had security throw out the noisy pair. I wouldn’t subject a pregnant woman to such a hideous sight.
I took the divorce proceedings to court before Jerome’s criminal case was heard.
Dad’s spirits were restored after learning I did not have infertility issues. He happily handed me a stack of documents, not at all looking like he was plagued with illness, and said, “I knew that punk was unreliable! Here’s the pre–nuptial agreement and the investment contract… Take these to court with you.”
