Chapter 20
Without water or electricity, Daphne couldn’t live the house even if she wanted to. Wilson was clearly determined to fight her to the bitter end on Yvonne’s behalf.
tions. ‘Let
Closing her eyes to steady herself, she slowly exhaled and then gave Wendy instructions, everyone know they can head home. Apologize for the wasted trip and compensate them for their
time.”
Through the window, Daphne watched the workers hauling in appliances and furniture that
would now sit unused. Her whole body trembled with frustration
Fine. If she couldn’t stay here, then neither could Wilson and Yvonne.
She stormed outside, calling over the workers, “Alright, everyone take it all apart. The floors, the
windows–everything you can. Rip them all up. Seal the drains while you’re at it.”
The workers exchanged confused glances. “What?”
Daphne didn’t bother explaining. “Just do it. You’ll get paid.”
Once the house was thoroughly wrecked, Daphne stood amidst the chaos and called Wilson
“Wilson,” she began, her voice steady but cold. “You can have the house, but I have two conditions.
“Go on.” Wilson replied, sounding smug as though he had expected her to back down.
“First, you give me the villa at Lakeside Estates in exchange.”
Lakeside Estates was the most exclusive neighborhood in the city, and the villa’s value was double that of her current home. If she had to let this place go, she’d make sure she came out on top financially.
“Fine,” Wilson agreed without hesitation.
Daphne continued, her tone sharp, “Second, you use your verified account to clear up the rumors. about me cheating”
While Sebastian’s statement had helped shift public opinion, it wasn’t enough. Wilson was the key player in the story. Unless he publicly denied the rumors, they’d always hang over her like a cloud, waiting to resurface and cause trouble.
Wilson’s voice turned icy as he said, “Don’t push it, Daphne.” He hadn’t expected–Daphne to come up with such a condition.
She smirked. “I’m already compromising. And let’s be honest, you don’t want the world thinking you’re a cuckold, do you?”
For a man like Wilson, pride was everything. She knew he wouldn’t let the rumors damage his reputation any further.
After hanging up, Daphne didn’t spare the house another glance. She walked to her car and dialed
Sebastian’s number.
“Mr. Turner,” she said with teasing formality. “I need a favor.”
Sebastian chuckled on the other end of the line. “You’re practically my wife now. Call me
Sebastian.”
She hesitated, feeling a bit awkward. “Sebastian,” she tried, though it didn’t roll off her tongue as
easily
“Perfect, Daph,” he replied smoothly. “What can I do for you?”
“I need you to trace the IP address of whoever started those cheating rumors. It shouldn’t be hard.
for you, right?”
She had met Sebastian’s tech–savvy friends before and knew they were capable of just about
anything.
“Tracking them is easy,” Sebastian said casually. “What are you planning to do once you find
them?”
Daphne smiled, her tone laced with determination. I’m going to do exactly what needs to be done.
While waiting for Sebastian to handle the trace, Daphne spent the morning looking for office
space for her new company. She toured several buildings, but either the prices were outrageous or
the locations were less than ideal.
Frustrated, she ducked into a nearby café to take a break. Just as she sat down, her phone rang
“Daphne, what did you do?” Ava’s voice was a mix of shock and excitement. “Wilson just posted at
public statement clearing your name!”
Daphne smiled, opening her phone to see for herself. There it was, Wilson’s statement pinned at
the top of the trending list.
#WilsonFarrellClearsRumors
The comments were overwhelmingly supportive.
“I knew it! Daphne would never cheat!”
“So, Yvonne’s the homewrecker, after all? And she still won’t admit it?”
“Our girl, Daphne, is completely innocent!”
Daphne’s follower count was climbing steadily, and she couldn’t help but feel satisfied.
Her moment of triumph was interrupted by a wave of dizziness. She realized her head felt heavy- likely the beginnings of a cold. She needed medicine
Thankfully, there was a pharmacy nearby. She walked in and asked the cashier, “Do you have any
cold medicine?”
“You’re in luck. This is the last box,” the cashier said with a bright smile, handing it to her.
Before Daphne could take it, a familiar voice cut through the air.
“Daphne, what a coincidence.”
She turned to see none other than Yvonne.
Before Daphne could respond, Yvonne reached for the medicine. “Wilson’s waiting for me outside. You’re alone, so you’re probably not in a rush. Why don’t you let me have it?”
Daphne snatched the box back, her voice sharp. “What Wilson does or doesn’t do has nothing to do with me. Medicine is like everything else–it’s first come, first served. Men, medicine, you name it.
Before Yvonne could respond, the door opened, and Wilson walked in. He wasn’t in his usual tailored suit, opting instead for a casual black shirt It gave him a laid–back air that only added to
his good looks
Back when Daphne had been in love with him, that face had been her weakness. Now, it just
annoyed her
“What’s ta
taking so long?” Wilson asked, his gaze landing on Yvonne.
Yvonne put on her best damsel–in–distress act. “Daphne isn’t feeling well, but there’s only one box
of medicine left. I was going to give it to her, but She broke into a fit of coughs, clutching her
chest.
Wilson didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the medicine from Daphne’s hand and handed it to Yvonne.”
She’s strong. She’ll be fine without it.”
Daphne laughed, though there was no humor in it. So, if Yvonne doesn’t take medicine, she’ll die?
Better let her have it, then You wouldn’t want her dying on you. That’d make her little
homewrecker gig a waste, wouldn’t it?”
Wilson’s face darkened. “Why do you have to be so spiteful?”
Yvonne chimed in, her voice shaking. “Daphne, you can insult me but don’t drag Wilson into it. He’s just worried about me. He’s not as careless with his feelings as you think.”
Daphne snorted. “Him? Worried about you? Please You wouldn’t even be in the picture if he were
so loyal. You think slapping some lipstick on a pig makes it anything other than a pigsty?”
Wilson’s patience snapped. That’s enough!”
Y right,” Daphne said, turning to leave. Talking to either of you is a waste of my time.”
Her head throbbed as she left. All she wanted was to find a place to take her medicine and get
some rest.
