Vicky chuckled. â Alright. Youâve been with me for the entire day. You should go home and rest.â
Cece hesitated, but she decided against saying anything as she believed Vicky knew what she was
doing.
As the taxi drove off, Vicky glanced outside the window and saw Gloria and Tyler pulling at one
another, which ended with Gloria throwing herself into Tylerâs arms in tears.
She studied the sight of them holding onto one another and looked away emotionlessly.
It was already late by the time Vicky returned to her mansion after sending Cece home.
She took a shower and stood before the window in the bedroom to stare at the moon in the dark sky.
The moonlight shone down on her gently as her shadow stretched beneath her lonesome figure.
Vicky raised her glass of red wine and drank it all at once.
The aroma of the wine filled the air with a hint of bitterness.
âI guess Tyler wonât be coming home tonight,â Vicky thought. âFor a woman as prideful as Gloria to go
through such humiliationâ¦even I feel bad for her. I suppose Tyler would be staying by her side and
consoling her. Considering how conservative Gloria is, she might not be willing to be intimate with him
as long as heâs married, but todayâs different. She is vulnerable, and she needs someone to be there
with her.â
Vicky poured herself another glass of red wine.
The feeling of pushing her husband to other women relentlessly was horrible, but Tyler was like a piece
of necrotic flesh, and she had to cut him out before the necrosis spread throughout her entire body. 1
Vicky drank glass after glass, and despite feeling dizzy, she felt as sober as she ever was.
It was not until the bottle of wine was finished that Vicky fumbled back to the bed, feeling like the earth
was spinning before her eyes.
When she finally submitted to the effect of the alcohol, only one thought occurred to her. âIt sure feels
good to be the villain.â
The lights lit up, and the darkness in the room was instantly expelled.
Vicky scowled and opened her eyes drowsily.
An angered growl echoed in the room. âWere you drinking?!â
Vicky batted her eyes and saw a faint, familiar figure before her eyes, but she was far too drunk to tell
who it was.
It almost felt as though she was dreaming.
âWhy does everything look blurry? Am I dreaming again?â Vicky mumbled.
The man picked up the bottle of red wine on the nightstand, and when he realized that it was empty, he
dragged Vicky out of bed. âYou finished the entire bottle by yourself?!â
She flicked his hand off her collar and pouted. âLeave me alone, or I wonât show you any mercy even if
you beg for it again.â