Five years into my marriage with Elvis, I discovered he was keeping a college girl on the side. She was pure and naive, carrying the sweet innocence of someone who hadn’t yet been touched by the real world. Elvis was absolutely besotted with her. When I finally caught them in the act, everyone expected me to scream, cry, and throw tantrums, doing everything in my power to run the girl off. But I didn’t. Instead, I tracked her down, took her trembling hand in mine, and smiled warmly. “Sweetheart, how about we destroy this piece of trash together?” 1. Three days after catching my husband, Elvis, in bed with his little mistress, I scheduled a meeting with her. She was sitting in the private booth, crying so pitifully that even the cold-hearted would feel a pang of sympathy. Clearly, she was still reeling from the devastating shock of discovering Elvis was married. “Mrs. Sprinkle, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t know. I had no idea he was married. I didn’t mean to be a homewrecker, please…” Wanda’s eyes were red and swollen, her voice breaking into quiet, desperate hiccups. Before I could even open my mouth, she fell to her knees right in front of me. “But I really do love him, ma’am. I know it’s wrong, I know I’m guilty. You can slap me, scream at me, do whatever you want, but please… please don’t force me to leave him.” I stared down at her in silence. The tension grew thicker by the second, and Wanda’s resolve began to crumble under my quiet gaze. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her head drooping. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave him. I’ll go.” Hearing those words, a soft smile finally spread across my face. She was young and deeply infatuated, but she wasn’t completely beyond saving. I reached out, taking her hands in mine, and spoke gently. “Sweetheart, I haven’t even said a word. Why do you assume I want you to leave Elvis? What if I actually want you to stay right by his side?” Wanda stopped crying, blinking up at me in utter bewilderment. I leaned in, whispering softly right against her ear, guiding her thoughts like a gentle temptation. “There are plenty of fish in the sea, Wanda. Why waste your life on a piece of lying trash?” “How about we destroy him together?” She swallowed hard, staring at me blankly. “What do you mean?” My marriage to Elvis was nothing more than a strategic business merger. Years ago, when Elvis was still a penniless kid with nothing but ambition, my father took a liking to him. With my father’s extensive financial backing, Elvis managed to carve out his own business empire. Since my father and Elvis were bound by shared financial interests, a marital alliance was the perfect way to cement the deal. Naturally, I became the sacrificial lamb, walking down the aisle to marry him. During the first few years, Elvis needed to solidify his position and expand his territory, so he played the part of the devoted, doting husband perfectly in front of my father and me. But as his company grew, his true colors began to bleed through. It didn’t take long for him to find this sweet, naive college student. Wanda had just stepped out into the real world. Seduced by a wealthy, charming CEO who kept his marriage a secret, she had fallen headfirst into the beautiful fairy tale he had spun for her. Until three days ago, when the illusion shattered. And for me? I had absolutely no intention of playing the quiet, ignored wife anymore. So, I sought Wanda out. “I mean exactly what I said. Elvis lied to you about his marriage. Even after the truth came out, he whispered sweet empty promises of love just to keep you around as his dirty secret, ruining your reputation. He took your body and your heart, and in the end, you won’t even get a legal name.” “Why keep a man like that around? While he is still filthy rich, you should take his money, break his heart, and walk away with your head held high. It is time to give him a taste of his own medicine.” Wanda stared at me, completely stunned. “You are… very different from how Elvis described you.” I smirked. “And how did he describe me? Let me guess. Gentle, submissive, completely obedient, and only caring about being a quiet housewife?” Wanda nodded slowly. “Men are so arrogant. So, what do you think? Do you want to partner with me?” “But… Elvis said he loves me. He said he would divorce you, and then…” “You actually believe a man’s sweet talk? A promise is the cheapest currency in the world.” Seeing the lingering hesitation in her eyes, I knew she needed time to process this massive revelation. I smiled warmly, my eyes curving into crescents. “Tell you what, sweetheart. I will give you a week to think about it. Next week, same time, same place. I will be waiting for your answer.” I picked up my designer bag and stood up, leaving the booth. A week would be more than enough time for Wanda to see Elvis’s true colors. 2. When I got home that evening, a massive bouquet of blue roses was sitting quietly on the living room table. I glanced at it indifferently. It was Elvis’s classic, predictable apology tactic. The sound of clattering pans drifted from the kitchen, and soon, Elvis walked out carrying a tray of freshly cooked dishes. “Darling, I saw these blue roses on my way home and thought they would look beautiful on you, so I bought them.” I didn’t say a word, keeping my eyelashes lowered as I sat quietly on the sofa, playing the role of a deeply wounded, grieving wife. “Darling, I am so sorry. I was temporarily blinded by temptation. Wanda seduced me, but I have already cut ties with her completely. I swear I will never speak to her again.” Elvis held up three fingers, swearing to the heavens with an incredibly earnest look on his handsome face. I turned my head away, letting my hair fall forward to hide the pure disgust in my eyes. My voice sounded muffled and fragile. “Elvis, I understand. It doesn’t matter if you cut ties with her or not. But the project you are collaborating on with my father is at a critical stage. If a scandal breaks out right now, I’m worried about how my father might react…” Elvis valued his career above all else. Hearing this, his face darkened slightly. He reached out to pat my hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry. Whether it is for my career or for you, I will never have anything to do with Wanda again.” But Wanda was a programming prodigy. She had practically built the core database for his current project. With the project only halfway finished, there was no way Elvis could actually afford to let her go. I smiled secretly. Soon, Wanda would realize that in Elvis’s heart, she would never, ever come first. After dinner, Elvis’s phone rang. He claimed there was an emergency at the office and rushed out to work overtime, not returning home for several days. Meanwhile, the private investigator I hired kept sending me constant updates. Elvis’s project had run into a massive crisis. A corrupt employee had leaked their core data to a competitor, and it was Wanda who had worked tirelessly through the night to save the project from total ruin. Naturally, their bond grew even tighter. The investigator sent photos of them holding hands at an amusement park, kissing on a Ferris wheel, and Elvis gifting her a diamond necklace worth millions. Every image was proof of their intimate affair. When the project finally launched successfully, Elvis was invited to give a keynote speech. He stood on the stage, looking radiant and speaking eloquently. “And here, I have someone very special to thank. She has given me immense support, staying by my side to encourage me through my darkest hours. She is…” Elvis’s eyes drifted toward the front row, where Wanda was sitting. Right on cue, I walked through the back doors of the auditorium, gently holding my father’s arm. The moment Elvis spotted me, the words died in his throat. He quickly cleared his throat, pivoting seamlessly. “…she is my lovely wife, Victoria Sprinkle.” The spotlight instantly shifted to me. I wore a sweet, gentle smile as I accompanied my father to our reserved seats. From across the room, Wanda glared at me with a mixture of resentment and heartbreak. She knew exactly what had happened. Elvis had changed his words because of my sudden arrival. The person he wanted to thank in front of the world was her, but he chose his survival instead. After the speech, there was a grand banquet. Naturally, Elvis had to take me as his date. While I was changing into my evening gown in the dressing room, my phone buzzed repeatedly. I knew they were messages from Wanda, but I didn’t reply. There was a much larger surprise waiting for her tonight. After all, today was my birthday. And Elvis was never one to waste such a perfect PR opportunity. 3. Elvis loved playing the part of the devoted husband in public, especially when my father was around to watch. At the banquet, Elvis and I danced the opening waltz. Afterward, a crowd of prominent businessmen gathered around us. One of the executives teased him with a smile. “Elvis, where is that clever little assistant of yours? You’ve been running around with her all week. I almost misunderstood your relationship. But seeing your beautiful wife tonight, I realize what a perfect match looks like. You two are truly made for each other.” Elvis laughed, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist. “Oh, you flatter me. Let me clarify, she is strictly an assistant. Victoria is the only one who holds my heart.” “If she hears you say things like that, she might get jealous.” I leaned against his shoulder, playing the part of a shy, blushing wife. Beneath the table, my phone was recording the entire conversation, broadcasting it in real-time to Wanda, who was listening on the other end of an open call. As the banquet neared its end, Elvis led me to the third-floor balcony. “Victoria, happy birthday. I have a surprise for you.” He gently covered my eyes, releasing his hands just as the first firework exploded into the night sky. The heavens erupted in brilliant colors, forming hearts and silhouettes of a couple embracing. Below, giant LED screens on the surrounding buildings scrolled with birthday wishes for me. I knew that by tomorrow morning, this grand gesture would dominate the local social media trends. While I stood there staring at the sky, Elvis stepped up behind me, draping a magnificent purple diamond necklace around my neck. “I bought this at a private auction. It is worth millions.” “What a… beautiful surprise,” I whispered. Just a few days ago, the private investigator had sent me a picture of an almost identical necklace Elvis had bought. The only difference was the gemstone. The emerald version was currently sitting in Wanda’s jewelry box. “Do you like your surprise, darling?” Elvis’s dark eyes were incredibly soulful, staring at me with a depth of affection that could easily make anyone believe he was madly in love. He was like that. When he wanted to charm someone, he would spare no expense, whispering the sweetest lies and showering them with thoughtful gifts. Very few girls could escape his gentle traps. That was how Wanda had fallen. And years ago, I had almost been blinded by it too. Fortunately, I had finally woken up. “I love it, Elvis. Thank you.” Once the banquet officially ended, Elvis was dragged out to a nightclub by his wealthy friends for a second round of drinking. Free at last, I went to meet Wanda. She was standing outside her apartment building, her eyes red and her makeup ruined by tears. “I don’t believe it,” she sobbed the moment she saw me. “He had no choice. He only said those things to appease your father and protect his business.” I sighed. The girl was painfully stubborn. I grabbed her arm and hailed a taxi. “If you think he was forced, then come with me and listen to what he says when he thinks no one is watching.” Inside the cab, I handed her some wet wipes. “Clean your face. I don’t want your smeared makeup blocking your view of his true face.” Wanda didn’t say a word, silently dabbing at her cheeks. I knew that after tonight, she would make her choice. 4. The taxi pulled up in front of a high-end, exclusive club, its neon signs flashing brilliantly in the dark. “What is Elvis doing here?” Wanda asked. She had only ever seen the refined, hardworking version of Elvis. I led her inside, and a well-tipped waiter quietly guided us to the hallway outside a private VIP suite. Through the heavy mahogany door, the loud voices of the men inside drifted out clearly. “You mean Wanda?” Elvis’s voice was relaxed, laced with a smug chuckle. “She is just a little plaything on the side. She has no family background, no connections. Why would I ever marry her?” “It’s just been a while since I met someone so simple and naive. I wanted to have a little fun. Besides, I need her to keep programming for my project. She is far more useful than those overpriced, arrogant consultants out there. She’s just a student, so she doesn’t even ask for a raise. She is the perfect, cheap tool.” As a waitress opened the door to deliver a fresh round of champagne, I caught a glimpse of Elvis inside. He was lounging on a leather sofa, surrounded by a cloud of cigar smoke, with several scantily clad women leaning against his chest. “Ever since Victoria found out about us, Wanda has been trying to break up with me,” Elvis boasted to his friends, taking a sip of his drink. “But I just took her to the amusement park, bought her a few shiny trinkets, whispered some sob stories about my difficult position, and she believed every word. It is hilarious how gullible some girls can be.” Wanda couldn’t take it anymore. She spun around and ran out of the club, tears streaming down her face. By the time I caught up to her, she was crouching by the curb, sobbing hysterically. I stood beside her silently, letting her cry it out. “I have never seen him smoke,” she whispered between sobs, her voice shaking. “Around me, he was always so refined, so gentle, taking care of every little detail. I thought that was who he really was.” “He wore a mask the entire time, and I was too stupid to see through it. Even after I found out he was married, I stayed by his side, believing his pathetic excuses. I am such an idiot.” She was crying so hard her nose was running. I handed her a pack of tissues. “We all make mistakes. What matters is that you woke up before it was too late.” “So, are you ready to partner with me now?” “And if you still have any doubts, check the warm milk he makes for you every night. It is spiked with crushed birth control pills. He doesn’t want you getting pregnant, and he is willing to ruin your body to ensure it.” Wanda wiped her nose and stood up, her tear-stained face hardening. “Victoria, I believe you. But before we start, I have one question.” “Ask.” “When you first met me, you laid out your entire plan without hesitation. Weren’t you afraid I would run straight to Elvis and expose you?” I stepped closer, pressing a finger to my lips, a cold, victorious glint in my eyes. “Because of one simple rule, Wanda. Girls help girls.”
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