Chapter 4
I hung up the phone with a cold smirk.
The moment I left Susan's birthday party, I immediately dumped all the incriminating evidence I'd gathered into Charlie's email.
Now, I was simply waiting to enjoy the spectacle of them turning on each other like rabid dogs.
As for Hans? We could keep things civil if he agreed to the divorce. If not, I'd file for divorce. I would only gain more in court.
"Mr. Luther, why didn't you bring Mrs. Luther today? It's unlike you to attend an event like this alone."
Hans had just taken a seat when someone noticed Yarmilla's absence and quickly teased him.
Everyone in their circle knew that Hans and Yarmilla were the model couple. Whenever an event allowed for a plus-one, Yarmilla was always by Hans' side.
"Next time," Hans replied, his expression somewhat grim.
It had been over a week since Yarmilla moved out. Throughout that time, no matter how Hans tried to reach her, her only response was, "Have you signed the divorce papers?"
It frustrated him.
When Yarmilla was around, she often helped him pick up bits of useful information through conversations with other wives. Now that she was gone, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing—like he was no longer getting the full picture.
It left him uneasy.
Before they got married, he had no trouble working solo to land projects. Had Yarmilla changed him that much in just three short years?
"Hans, I'm sorry to bother you at this hour. I really have nowhere else to go."
After finishing his social engagements, Hans returned home to find Susan sitting outside his door in a white fringed dress.
Hearing the sound of the elevator, she looked up at Hans with teary eyes. There was a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and vulnerability in her gaze.
"What happened?" Hans asked, glancing at Susan before unlocking the door with his fingerprint and stepping inside.
"Yarmilla edited together some clips of us meeting over the past few months and sent them to her father. He misunderstood our relationship! He kicked me out…"
Susan scanned Hans and Yarmilla's marital home. Despite all the grandiose settings she had experienced with Charlie, they seemed insignificant compared to the wall of collectibles in Hans' home.
She quickly masked the greed that had momentarily flashed in her eyes, letting her long hair fall forward to hide her expression. Then, she skillfully acted vulnerable and helpless.
"She's just acting out because she's angry at me. Don't blame her. I'll explain everything to her, and when the time comes, I'll ask her to come home and apologize to you and Charlie."
Hans still refused to believe that Yarmilla was serious about wanting a divorce. He was convinced she was simply throwing a tantrum, waiting for him to coax her.
"I think she's more upset with me than with you. You're caught in the crossfire because of me. From the moment I met Yarmilla, I knew she was the kind of person who wouldn't budge once she made up her mind. I was the one who wanted too much. I shouldn't have asked for your help."
With those words, Susan rested her hand on her forehead and feigned a fainting spell.
"What's wrong? Should I take you to the hospital?" Hans asked with a frown. Seeing how weak Susan appeared, he hesitated but eventually supported her.
"I might have low blood sugar; I haven't eaten all day. Could I stay here for the night? I'll leave Tomorrow once I've figured out how to explain everything."
Years ago, Susan had used the same "just staying the night" excuse to sneak into Charlie's bed right under Yarmilla and her mother's noses.
Now, she was going to pull the same trick again.
Charlie had indeed fought with her earlier, but after her stubborn denials, he had apologized to her. Yet Susan insisted on leaving no matter how much Charlie begged her to stay.
"Do whatever you want," Hans said finally.
Noticing how unwell the pale-lipped Susan appeared, he relented out of consideration for her being, at least nominally, part of Yarmilla's family. He released his hold on her before turning and retreating to his room.
Susan was halfway to fully achieving her goal. Hearing the sound of Hans closing his door, she took out her phone, snapped a selfie, and sent it to Yarmilla.
Although Yarmilla had blocked her, Susan had gone out of her way to get a new SIM card just to contact her.
That night, Susan didn't lock the door to the guest room. She deliberately left it ajar as she waited for Hans.
But to her disappointment, Hans didn't storm into her room without hesitation as Charlie did.
Susan realized that even after a year of careful scheming and ensuring Hans didn't outright reject her, she would need to create a different opportunity if she wanted their relationship to progress further.
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