Chapter 166 The
Shameless Cheater
“Mr. Padilla, is it?” Renee was so exasperated she almost laughed. She jabbed a finger at herself and raised a brow at Oliver. “Are you sure you know me?”
Oliver shifted uncomfortably, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but he couldn’t quite place Renee. Yet, with things spiraling out of control, he had no choice but to double down on his lie.
“You were the one who threw yourself at me! I told you–I’m a married man. But you… you just wouldn’t back off, you shameless tramp!” His voice wavered slightly, but he kept his expression firm.
“Have some dignity! He already told you he is married.” A woman stepped forward, wrapping a protective arm around Oliver’s wife. “Cassie, don’t waste your breath on her. Let’s go–no need to make a scene in front of
everyone.”
Renee’s gaze flicked to the woman who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere. At first, she dismissed her as just another onlooker, maybe even a friend of Oliver’s. But as her eyes lingered, a strange feeling prickled at the back of her mind. There was something… off about her–something that didn’t quite fit.
Taking a deep breath, Renee leveled Cassie with a steady gaze. “Mrs. Padilla, I swear on my life, I have no idea who your husband is. I walked into the wrong room, that’s all. You might not believe me, but why don’t you go in and see for yourself? I’m sure the real mistress is right inside.”
Cassie scoffed, arms crossed, “I’ve never seen someone so brazen. Caught red–handed, and still denying it?” She turned to the reporters, tossing her
head. “Go ahead. Let’s see if she’s telling the truth.”
Cameras in hand, a few reporters pushed past and stepped inside. Renee hesitated, but curiosity won out–she needed to see what Oliver was
banking on.
“There is no one here.”
“Yeah, no one.”
Cassie’s expression darkened. “You conniving witch, what excuse do you
have now?”
Renee’s brows knitted together. The room was empty–no telltale signs of someone hiding. Even the bathroom door was wide open.
She strode over to the window and peered outside. There was nowhere to
hide–just an open drop straight into the sea. Anyone attempting to escape that way would have to be either reckless or exceptionally skilled at climbing. And as far as Renee knew, not many people had the kind of expertise she did.
Yet, something wasn’t adding up.
“Take pictures of her! I want her face plastered everywhere–let the world see the kind of woman who destroys families!”
“Cassie is right! Expose her!” the woman by Cassie’s side chimed in, her voice dripping with venom. Renee turned toward her, and at that moment, realization struck like a bolt of lightning. Now she knew what had been
nagging at her all along.
The lipstick! The shade of lipstick on this woman’s lips–bold, unmistakable—was eerily similar to the smudges on Oliver’s face and neck.
Renee narrowed her eyes, sifting through her memory. Had this woman been with the group when they stormed in? No. Aside from Cassie, every single one of them had been clutching a camera, ready to document the
scandal.
So when had she slipped in?
Or worse–had she been in the room all along?
“And who exactly are you?” Renee leveled a sharp gaze at the woman and pointed.
The woman flinched, her panic betraying her. She might have been able to
fool the others, but not Renee.
That flicker of fear, the way her gaze darted around–it told Renee everything she needed to know. This was Oliver’s mistress. No doubt about
- it.
Textbook betrayal. A classic case of a snake slithering in the dark.
“Where exactly were you just now?” Renee demanded, her tone sharp as a knife slicing through pretense.
“W–what?” The woman forced a laugh. “I was with them, of course! Cassie
is my best friend. She came to catch Oliver red–handed, and as her friend, I had to back her up. There’s no way I’d let you get away with this! Cassie is my friend, and you–Oliver! How could you do this to her?”
Oliver jumped in immediately, eager to save face. “I know I messed up! Cassie, I swear I’ll cut ties with this woman right now. Please, believe me!”
Watching them put on their little performance, Renee almost burst out laughing. Did they really think she was that easy to manipulate? A pair of scheming fools–perfect for each other.
Cassie, still playing the wronged wife, turned to Oliver and jabbed a finger toward Renee. “If you really mean that, prove it. Slap her. Right now. Show me you don’t care about her.”
Renee arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. Oh, this was just perfect. She had been looking for a reason to deal with this shameless cheater, and now Cassie had handed it to her on a silver platter.
