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The condo,Ethan’s graduation gift to me,had over a dozen security cameras for safety.
They’d catch her cheating,ensuring she,as the at-fault party,got nothing in the divorce.
She wanted fame?I’d make her the poster child for infidelity during the divorce cooling-off period.
First, I’ll boost her streaming career.
I’d already tipped her more than $100,000,yet I was only her second-biggest donor.
Her top fan,Thunder Bro,appeared suddenly,dropping$50,000.
I noted his ID,digging into him discreetly.
Flush with cash and online clout,Paige got cocky.
She put a down payment on a mansion and, during the renovations, she brazenly brought her lover to the condo.
Cameras faithfully recorded their filth.
Her lover was no prize.
Paige was at least five months pregnant,yet he acted blissful,revolting.
My investigation bore fruit,chilling me to the bone.
A useful tool.
Paige called,frantic.“Quinn,those online haters are jealous—they’re doxxing me!I got a box of razor blades today.Sue them—make them pay!”
Her crazed voice,tinged with sobs,echoed.
I rolled my eyes,setting the phone down,letting her rant.
Checking online,I saw she’d brought it on herself.
Beyond solo suggestive content,she’d featured her lover.
In clips,he acted sleazy,trying to slip his hand under her clothes.
Their phone was their stage,disgusting viewers,sparking outrage.
She dared to ask for my help?
Some nerve.
Was I missing something,or were others steering this drama?
“I’ll help,but…Paige,are you cheating?”
She faltered,then deflected.“That’s my co-star.Don’t talk nonsense.”
“We’re in the cooling-off period—I’m still your sister-in-law.You have to help.”
I smirked.She remembered the cooling-off period?
“Fine.Pay me.”
My demand for cash caught her off guard—her breathing grew heavy.
I pictured her swallowing curses to appease me,and I grinned.
A thud and her pained cry followed—not fake.
I checked the cameras:Paige,collapsed,clutching her belly,blood pooling beneath her.
