The boyfriend I had been dating for a year turned out to be a married father! When his actual wife came crashing into my life, the realization hit me like a slap to the face, leaving me completely stunned. If you deceive me, you have to pay the ultimate price. 01 I had been dating Carter for a year. He traveled out of town for work frequently, but when he was around, he treated me like gold. Even my parents said he was a reliable man I could trust my future with. But lately, I noticed something was off. His "business trips" were getting longer and more frequent. He’d only come to see me every two or three days, and whenever we did meet, all he wanted to do was sleep. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I just assumed work was stressful and wanted to be an understanding girlfriend. But tonight, I accidentally spotted a scratch on his arm. A woman’s intuition told me it wasn't just a normal scratch. Carter didn’t notice my suspicion. The moment he walked through the door, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Mia, I missed you so much these past few days." I played the part of the sweet girlfriend, massaging his shoulders while casually asking, "How did your arm get scratched?" He clearly hadn't expected the question. His eyes darted away for a second before he quickly pulled me toward the bedroom. "Oh, it's nothing. Accidentally scraped it on a pen at the office. Let’s go to bed." He practically lunged at me. I put a hand to his chest to stop him. "It’s my time of the month. I’m not feeling well." I thought he would be concerned, but instead, a flash of annoyance crossed his face. "Then when can we? Mia, we’ve been dating for over a year." "When we get married, of course," I answered with a playful smile. It was true. Despite dating for a year, I was very traditional. Carter and I hadn’t actually crossed that final physical line yet. But Carter always seemed incredibly impatient about it. Today, it looked like he had reached his limit. A dark cloud of anger settled over his features. "Mia, I respect you, but you need to be a little considerate of me too, right?" I was appalled. He had been disappearing on "business trips" constantly, yet no matter how late he came back, I would force myself to stay awake and cook for him. Whatever he needed, I provided. Wasn't that considerate enough? Seeing he was genuinely upset, I tried to lighten the mood. "Then how about you take me to meet your parents in a few days? Let’s make things official." Carter’s expression instantly shifted. His anger vanished, and he just put his arm around me and lay down to sleep. But my gut was screaming that something was terribly wrong. 02 Carter and I met through work. His office was close to mine. One night, after a brutal shift of overtime and a harsh scolding from my boss, I walked out of my building feeling miserable, only to be met with a torrential downpour. That was when Carter appeared with an umbrella, a warm smile on his face. "Careful, miss. You don't want to catch a cold." Later, as we walked toward the subway, I twisted my ankle in my heels. He actually offered to carry me all the way home. I was fresh out of college, struggling alone in a big city. Working late every night was draining, and Carter was one of the few people who genuinely seemed to care about me. Maybe that was the moment my heart fluttered. Later, he got my number, asked me out, and we naturally fell into a relationship. His monthly income was pretty low, so I basically paid for all of our living expenses. But throughout the year, he took such meticulous care of me that he even won my parents' approval. I still remembered what Carter said to me early on, looking a bit embarrassed. "Mia, don't worry. I promise I’ll give you a great life in the future." He told me his job was demanding and that we might not have much time together. I told him I understood. But lately, that time was shrinking to almost nothing. And every time we met, all he wanted was to get into my pants. Ding. My phone lit up with a message from my best friend, Chloe. It was a photo. In the picture, Carter was holding hands with a strange woman at a shopping mall. They were laughing and chatting intimately. Chloe: "Mia, I just took this at the mall. I think Carter is seeing someone else. You’re being played!" Fighting the sickening feeling in my chest, I texted her back, trying to comfort myself. "Carter told me he has an older sister. Maybe it’s just her." 03 The next day, Chloe dragged me out for tacos and margaritas. The restaurant was right near that same shopping mall. As soon as we ordered, Chloe activated her inner detective. "Seriously, Mia, aren't you worried he's scamming you? That woman looked absolutely nothing like him." Meaning, it definitely wasn't his sister. I took a bite of my taco, the spicy salsa hitting my tongue as I mumbled, "Don't worry. Carter treats me so well. He doesn't seem like the type to cheat." Chloe sighed heavily. "Tsk. Women in love are blind." But I was slapped with reality very quickly. Maybe the salsa was too spicy, because my stomach suddenly cramped. "Chloe, my stomach is killing me. I'm gonna run to the restroom." I grabbed my phone and hurried out. About fifteen minutes later, I washed my hands and walked out of the restroom. Suddenly, I felt a slight bump against my leg. I looked down. A toddler, maybe two or three years old, had fallen onto his bottom and was staring up at me with tearful, pouty eyes. He was wearing an adorable cartoon onesie, looking like a little dumpling. I squatted down to help him up. "Auntie, I can't find my daddy," he sniffled, getting ready to burst into tears. I quickly patted his back. "Don't cry, sweetie. I'll help you find your daddy." The little boy stopped crying and looked up at me blankly. In that split second, I froze. There was something incredibly familiar about this kid's face, but I couldn't put my finger on who he looked like. I mentally scrolled through everyone I knew, but drew a blank. Just as I took two steps with him, a woman blocked my path. "Excuse me, miss. This is my son." Even though the woman was wearing heavy makeup, it couldn't hide the exhaustion and the toll life had taken on her face. But I recognized her instantly. She was the exact same woman from the photo Chloe sent me yesterday. "Miss?" The woman waved a hand in front of my face. I swallowed the strange, sinking feeling in my chest and forced a smile. "Your son wandered off. We were just talking about going to find his dad." Hearing that, the little boy threw himself into the woman's arms and started whining again. "Mommy, why isn't Daddy here yet?" The woman hastily thanked me and hurried away with her son in her arms. Driven by a gut instinct I couldn't explain, I followed them. I watched the woman strap the child into a family SUV, but I couldn't catch any other clues. Two days later, Carter returned from his "business trip." 04 He had clearly been drinking. The stench of alcohol hit me the moment he opened the door. I walked over to help him onto the couch. He immediately started complaining, "Mia, you’re the best. You never lose your temper with me." It was true. Carter and I rarely fought because I always tried to be understanding about his work stress. I paid for our rent and daily expenses, and I even gave him cash gifts on holidays. But as I leaned in to adjust his collar, I noticed something damning. There was a very faint trace of perfume on his collar. It was the exact same scent the mother at the mall had been wearing yesterday. Faint, but undeniable. Chloe's warning echoed in my mind, and my heart sank to the floor. Even with all my patience, I couldn't ignore this. I linked my arm through his and asked as casually as I could, "Carter, do you have any sisters or anything?" He frowned and answered without hesitation. "No. I'm an only child. You know that." My suspicions locked into place. Thanks to the alcohol, Carter quickly passed out on the couch. Suddenly, his phone screen lit up with a notification. Curiosity drove me to grab his phone. Client A: "Hubby, why aren't you home yet?" My heart slammed against my ribs. Hubby? Wasn't Carter my boyfriend? My hand froze around the phone. Carter was sleeping heavily. My first instinct was to unlock the phone and dig deeper, but I didn't know his passcode. Throughout our relationship, Carter rarely got this drunk, and because he had always been so attentive, I never had a reason to suspect him of cheating. Could it just be a crazy client harassing him? Another message popped up from Client A: "Leo says he misses you." It was followed by a photo. The truth was screaming at me. Trembling, I quietly crept closer to Carter, took his thumb, and pressed it against the phone's sensor. It unlocked instantly. The chat with Client A opened right up. I stared at the photo. It was the exact same little boy I had helped at the mall yesterday. In that instant, my blood turned to ice. With shaking fingers, I clicked on Client A's social media profile. Her last post was from yesterday. Client A: "Out shopping with hubby and the baby today~" My brain exploded. The white noise was so loud I couldn't hear anything else in the room. The man in the photo was my boyfriend, Carter. The location was the same mall I was at yesterday. The comment section was filled with friends congratulating their happy family. So yesterday, while I was eating tacos with Chloe, Carter was out playing house with his wife and child. I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. I was paralyzed. So Carter was really married? With a kid? Then why the hell was he with me? Staring at that picture-perfect family portrait, a dull, agonizing ache spread through my chest. Suddenly, the phone buzzed again. It was a text from Derek, a buddy from his office. Derek: "How's it going, man? Your wife came to me asking questions again today. Did she find out you're sneaking around with your mistress?" I started shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't breathe. If I was looking for excuses for him a minute ago, now I had absolute, irrefutable proof. I was the other woman! What was the last year of my life even for? I had spent all my savings on Carter, covering all his living expenses. And now I find out he’s a married man, and I’m the home-wrecking mistress! Everything Chloe said was true. Carter had been playing me from day one. My fists clenched involuntarily. Anger washed over me like a tidal wave. I was going to make him pay. Maybe sensing the cold phone, Carter shifted on the couch. His eyes fluttered open groggily. I quickly backed out to the home screen and turned the display off. "Mia, what are you doing?" My heart was pure ice, but I forced a sweet smile onto my face. "I was just about to help you into bed." Carter nodded and sluggishly pushed himself up. In the bedroom, he habitually wrapped his arm around me and fell fast asleep. I wanted to vomit. Every fiber of my being was repulsed by his touch. All I could see was that photo. Even in his drunken sleep, Carter was mumbling, "Mia, working is so hard... I had to take clients out to dinner, and now I’m broke for the rest of the month..." Normally, I would have made him a hangover remedy and handed over my paycheck with an aching heart. But right now, the man lying next to me was the most repulsive thing on earth. My skin crawled. From the day we met to now, Carter claimed he was constantly traveling to build a better future for us. Looking back, there was no future. He was just a married cheat living a double life. It was incomprehensible to me. My loving, attentive boyfriend of one year was legally bound to another woman, with a kid old enough to run around. The thought made me physically sick. But I wasn't going to just roll over and take it. A flawless revenge plan was already taking shape in my mind. 05 The next day, I spilled everything to Chloe. She was absolutely furious. "That is so disgusting! Wait right there, I’m grabbing my bat and we’re going to break his legs!" I quickly stopped her. "No. I have a better way to teach him a lesson. Can you get me his wife's phone number?" "You're asking the right person. I know everyone in this city." Thanks to Chloe's wealthy background and massive network, getting the number was a breeze. Contacting Sarah, the wife, was a bit rockier. I called three times. The first two were rejected. On the third try, it took her a few minutes to answer. She sounded exhausted and annoyed. "Who is this?" Before I could speak, I heard screaming in the background. My gut told me it was Carter. "Do you have any proof?! Why do you always accuse me of cheating? Can you stop being so damn paranoid?!" A child’s crying mixed into the background noise. It was definitely the kid from the mall. Carter's voice was getting closer to the phone. A flash of panic hit me. Thankfully, I had used a burner app to make the call. But to be safe, I hung up. I waited three hours before calling Sarah again. This time, she answered quickly. "Who is this?" I kept my voice as calm as possible. "Sarah, your husband is definitely cheating on you. And I have the proof." I could hear Sarah’s breath hitch. Her voice trembled with suppressed emotion. "Don't lie to me. How do you..." "Sarah, it's hard to explain over the phone. We need to talk in person. I'll be at the Starbucks on 5th Avenue tomorrow at 3:00 PM." I hung up without giving her a chance to argue. I knew with absolute certainty she would show up. The next afternoon, I arrived at the cafe right on time. From a distance, I spotted Sarah sitting in a corner booth, staring anxiously at her phone. She was desperate for the truth. I walked over. "Hi, Sarah." She looked up sharply. Recognition flashed across her face. "Aren't you the woman from the mall the other day?" I nodded and got straight to the point. "The other day, you left your perfume on Carter's clothes. The next day, I sprayed a different perfume on him. And the night after that, a new lipstick mysteriously appeared in his laundry." "Obviously, you were trying to mark your territory." Smack! Sarah finally processed what I was saying. A dark cloud of fury overtook her, and she slammed her coffee cup onto the table. "So you're the tramp who's been seducing my husband?!" I grabbed a napkin to wipe the splashed coffee off my shirt. "Sarah, I only just found out Carter has a wife and kid. When he pursued me, he swore he was single." Sarah wasn't buying it. Her anger escalated. "Is that your excuse for being a homewrecker?! Do you have any idea how miserable my kid and I have been? It's all because of you!" The word "homewrecker" stung, but I looked at the hysterical woman in front of me. Knowing her husband was cheating had taken a massive toll. She didn't have the polished makeup from the mall; she just looked deeply, painfully exhausted. This broken marriage was driving her insane. I waited for her to finish venting before sliding a glass of warm water toward her. "Sarah, I genuinely didn't know he was married. He told me he was single and had never even been in a serious relationship before." Sarah stared at me blankly. Suddenly, she let out a bitter laugh. "Right. You're young and gorgeous. You wouldn't knowingly throw yourself at a married man with no money. I was the blind idiot who married him." "How long have you been together?" she asked. "A year," I replied. Sarah laughed again, a harsh, self-deprecating sound, but the fire in her eyes burned brighter. "When we got together, he was dead broke. I gave him a child, and he's out there telling people he's single!" I offered a sad smile. "For the past year, I’ve paid his rent and his living expenses. He always claimed he was working hard and traveling to build a better future for us. Now I know he was just juggling multiple women." The revelation pushed Sarah past her breaking point. "I'm going to go home and kill him right now!" I quickly grabbed her arm. "Sarah, I hate Carter just as much as you do. That's why we need to make him pay. Just exposing him isn't enough." My words seemed to ground her. She took a deep breath. "Tell me, Mia. What’s your plan?" I hesitated for a second. "Are you planning on staying married to him?" She had a child with him, after all. I couldn't blindly push her into a trap. But Sarah answered without skipping a beat. "I kept telling myself he wasn't cheating, living in denial until you told me the truth today. I'd rather have a clean divorce than live every day fighting with a man who doesn't love me, terrifying our child in the process." She sighed. "My family actually has a lot of money. But I stubbornly insisted on marrying Carter. My parents were so furious they didn't even come to the wedding. After we got married, his attitude toward me completely changed. It's been four years, and I regret it every single day." I stayed quiet. Carter really was a parasitic gold-digger, preying on women for their money. Thank God I saw his true colors early. "Sarah, is it possible Carter is hiding other secrets?" She frowned. "What secrets?" "We just have to push him a little to find out," I said slowly. "You're an only child, right? You haven't seen your parents in years. They must miss you terribly." Sarah looked confused, so I explained. "You can't just divorce him now. We have to make sure he leaves with absolutely nothing. Especially since you want full custody." "How do we do that?" "Make him sign a postnuptial agreement. Doesn't he constantly deny cheating? Now that we have proof, you just need him to sign a legally binding document stating that if he's ever caught cheating, you get full custody and all the assets, and he leaves penniless." Sarah frowned. "But you know how he is. We're fighting constantly. Getting him to sign something like that will be almost impossible." "That's why we have to offer him a little bait first," I smirked. 06 Three days later, Sarah texted me: "It's done." She attached a photo of the signed and thumb-printed postnuptial agreement. The terms were clear: if he was caught committing infidelity, he would leave the marriage with nothing, and all assets and custody would go to the wife. Soon after, my phone rang. It was Sarah. She called while Carter was out. "Mia, I did exactly what you said. I reconnected with my parents and borrowed $80,000 from them. I told Carter my parents gave it to us to help out. You should have seen him—his attitude did a complete 180! He immediately started sweet-talking me into transferring the money to his account. "I used the opportunity to say I was feeling insecure lately and wanted him to sign an agreement for my peace of mind. He agreed instantly!" I laughed. He took the bait hook, line, and sinker. Sarah snorted coldly. "Men like him are absolute garbage." I gave her some reassurance. "Don't worry, he won't get to keep a dime of that money. He's going to pay for what he's done very soon." Sure enough, probably high on his newly signed contract and Sarah's lingering suspicions, Carter ghosted me for three straight days. I played dumb and texted him: "Carter, where are you?" It took him half a day to reply. "Baby, I had to fly out for another work trip. I'm so exhausted." I sneered at my screen. Exhausted my ass. You're just terrified of getting caught cheating, and you're probably rolling around in that $80,000 right now. Fighting back my nausea, I replied: "Make sure you get lots of rest. Come back to me soon." He didn't text back. Meanwhile, Sarah pressed Derek about Carter's whereabouts. At first, Derek tried to cover for him. But when I told Sarah about Derek sexually harassing female colleagues at work, Sarah used it to blackmail him. Derek folded instantly. My guess was right. Carter did have another secret. On top of a long-suffering wife and a one-year girlfriend, Carter was tangled up with Lexi, a girl who worked at a sketchy massage parlor. According to Derek, Carter had been visiting that spa for the last six months, hooking up with Lexi. After he got his hands on that $80,000, he started acting like a high-roller, visiting the spa every day to get pampered. Lexi threw herself at him, and Carter happily soaked it all up. A trash bag will always be a trash bag. Give him ten thousand choices, and he'll still choose the garbage. But this actually made Sarah and my plan much easier to execute. A week later, Carter showed up at my apartment. As soon as he walked in, he looked exhausted and reeked of alcohol. I put on my best act and went to support him. "What's wrong? Why was the trip so long this time?" Carter immediately started spinning lies. "Mia, I'm just so tired. But it's all for our future, right? Oh, by the way, how much was your paycheck this month? Did you get your commission bonus?" I sneered internally. This leech always came to me for money. I used to be so blinded by love that I handed it over, thinking we were saving for a house. In reality, he was using my money to play around behind my back. "Don't even mention it. Not only did I not get a bonus, but my base pay got docked," I lied smoothly. "Since your trip was so long, your boss must have given you a raise, right? Hand over your debit card, let me check." Hearing the words "debit card," Carter's drunken haze vanished, replaced by instant panic. "No way. You know how my boss is. I'm totally broke right now..." Heh. The second I mention money, he dodges like I'm the plague. And to think I was the one paying for his dinners out! I nodded understandingly. "Okay, sit down and relax. I'll go heat up some hangover soup for you." After he slumped onto the couch, I went into the kitchen, heated the soup, and played the perfect, dutiful girlfriend as I handed it to him. Under the dim living room lights, Carter took the bowl, looking incredibly satisfied. "Mia, you really are the best to me." "Drink up before it gets cold," I reminded him with a smile. Did he think he was an emperor choosing concubines? 'You're the best to me'? Oh, buddy, the best is yet to come. He must have been incredibly thirsty because he gulped down every last drop. I smiled to myself. Soon enough, the drugs took effect. Carter passed out cold. Yes, I had crushed up sleeping pills and mixed them into the soup. Given how "exhausted" he had been lately, the pills knocked him out effortlessly. As his loud snores filled the living room, I frowned in disgust, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and expertly pressed his thumb against the sensor. I opened his texts. Sure enough, there was a new contact: Client C. The messages were incredibly explicit. This had to be Lexi. And my contact name? Client B. He really was running a whole harem out here. I scoffed, using a tool I prepared earlier to pry open his phone case. I slipped a microscopic GPS tracker and listening device inside, snapped the case back on, and slid the phone back into his pocket. Everything was in place. Now, all we needed was a little spark. 07 The next evening, Sarah and I met at a cafe. I pulled out the receiver and handed Sarah an earbud. According to Derek, Carter was hyper-excited lately because of his frequent dates with Lexi. But to play it safe, they always chose different locations to hook up. I planted the bug specifically for this moment. Soon, we heard Carter and Lexi talking on the phone. "Daddy, I miss you so much. When can we see each other again?" A sickly sweet, high-pitched voice pierced our eardrums. Carter sighed, sounding burdened. "Ugh, I miss you too, baby. But you know the old hag at home has been keeping a tight leash on me lately. Otherwise, do you really think I wouldn't come see you?" Lexi whined in response. "Boo hoo, you don't love me anymore! How am I worse than your wife? Waahhh..." Sarah and I exchanged looks of pure disgust. Carter, however, seemed to be loving it. "Pfft, what are you talking about? After that hag had a kid, I don't even want to touch her. She's nothing compared to how sweet and gentle you are." Lexi sniffled. "Really? Then when are you going to divorce her? You promised you'd marry me..." "Okay, okay! She's still got some money left, right? Give me two months. I'll drain her accounts, divorce her, and marry you!" Lexi stopped crying instantly, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Really?! Then where should I meet you tonight?" "It's a promise. Alright, meet me tonight at 9 PM at The Grand Monarch Hotel. Couples Suite 1039. Make sure no one sees you." Carter's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. I chuckled darkly. Carter sure knew how to live it up. The Grand Monarch was the most expensive luxury hotel in the city. A little bit of cash and he was living like a king. He chose that hotel because it was luxurious, but also because they had ironclad privacy policies. But what he didn't know was that my best friend's family owned it. Lexi got the hint, letting out a shy "Mhm." "Make sure you get there early and wait for me." The call ended, and Sarah and I pulled out our earbuds. Sarah looked at me, worried. "Mia, what do we do now?" "We go catch them in the act, obviously," I replied like it was the most natural thing in the world. "But The Grand Monarch won't just let us waltz into a guest's room." I smiled confidently. "I have my ways. You go home and watch the kid. Wait for the good news." Sarah's imagination ran wild. "Mia, you aren't going to do anything crazy, are you? I know you hate him as much as I do, but you can't murder him! Murder is illegal..." I almost died laughing. I patted her shoulder. "Relax. I'm not throwing my life away for a piece of trash." After finally convincing Sarah to go home, I immediately called Chloe. Hearing that it was time to destroy the scumbag, Chloe was vibrating with excitement, swearing she was going to chop him into a million pieces. We met up at The Grand Monarch. Chloe marched right up to the manager, claiming she needed to perform a surprise VIP inspection on behalf of her father. The manager happily escorted us straight to Room 1039. Chloe waved a hand dismissively. "You can wait out here. We'll go inside and check the standards." The manager happily obliged. After all, Chloe was the sole heiress to the hotel empire. Once inside, Chloe and I locked the door. The hotel security was top-notch, and the privacy was absolute. Aside from the hallways and elevators, there were no cameras. So whatever we did in this room, Carter would never know. I walked swiftly toward the bedside table. It was a Couples Suite. Translation: a romantic fantasy room. It was stocked with all the "essentials." And that was exactly what I was counting on. Chloe watched in absolute shock as I picked up the bottle of premium personal lubricant. "Holy sh*t! Mia, you're not going to tamper with that, are you?" I nodded. Under Chloe's horrified gaze, I unscrewed the cap and dumped my special-grade, time-delayed industrial superglue inside. I had visited multiple specialty hardware stores to find this exact glue. When freshly unsealed, it looked and felt exactly like water. The adhesive properties only activated after an hour of exposure to air and friction. Once it set, ten bulls couldn't pull it apart. It was currently 8:05 PM. Carter told Lexi to meet him at 9 PM. To be absolutely foolproof, I also swapped out the bedside condoms. I replaced them with a batch I had specially prepped at home—laced with the same industrial glue. They looked identical to the hotel's standard issue. The whole process took barely three minutes. Chloe and I walked out of the room with pleasant smiles. The manager was waiting outside. Chloe played her part perfectly. "Alright, we've finished inspecting this room. Hygiene standards are perfect." The manager breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Miss Chloe." Step one complete. Chloe and I went to a restaurant across the street, put our earbuds in, and started monitoring Carter's movements. It was 8:17 PM. Lexi was probably on her way. About forty minutes later, the bug picked up a woman's flirty voice. "Daddy, what took you so long? I've been waiting for you forever." A loud thud followed. Carter had probably thrown Lexi onto the bed. "Little vixen, I'm here now, aren't I? Let me teach you a lesson! Tsk, this hotel has great service. They've got everything we need right here." Hearing that, I leaned forward in anticipation. Sure enough, Carter's frustrated voice muttered, "Hold on, let me put some of this on. Why is this cap so hard to unscrew?" A brief wave of panic hit me. Did the glue set too early? Thankfully, Lexi urged him on. "Hurry up, Daddy." Caught up in the heat of the moment, neither of them stopped to question if there was something wrong with the "lubricant." Carter quickly poured the liquid out. "Ah! It hurts!" Lexi suddenly shrieked. Carter was still excited at first. "Don't be scared!" The next second, his entire body must have frozen. "What the f*ck?! What's happening?!" "AH! HOLY SH*T! MY JUNK!" Carter suddenly started screaming in pure agony. "Stop moving, Carter! It hurts so much!" Lexi started sobbing. "What did you do?!" Panic erupted. The earbuds were instantly filled with chaotic crying and screaming. "You bitch! What did you do to this?! What the hell is going on?!" Carter started screaming profanities. Lexi was furious. "What do you mean what did I do?! You're the one who put it on! What the hell did you use?! You psycho! What do we do now?!" "How the fck should I know?! Fck my life!" "Call 911! I'm dying!" Lexi sobbed. Her delicate, flirty persona was completely gone. Carter snapped back, "We can't call! If the old hag at home finds out, I'm dead!" "Waahhh, then what do we do?!" "I don't f*cking know! It hurts like hell!" Lexi cried even harder. "No, I can't take it anymore!" The next second, a loud, shrill alarm started blaring. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! It was a special feature of The Grand Monarch. Every bed had an emergency panic button installed on the headboard in case guests experienced medical emergencies. "Don't press it!" Carter tried to stop her, but it was too late. He could only curse under his breath. Seconds later, the door to Room 1039 was violently kicked open, followed by a chorus of shocked screams from the hotel staff. Because Carter and Lexi had been so focused on arguing about how to hide the situation, they completely forgot they were still stark naked. I took out my earbuds and dialed a number. "You guys can head to the lobby of The Grand Monarch now. There's about to be some massive breaking news." I had arranged for a swarm of paparazzi to wait near the hotel specifically for this moment. I hung up. Chloe looked at me, bewildered. "What are you doing?" I smiled. "Sending them to the front page."
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