His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 214: Late Night Phone Call

Chapter 214: Late Night Phone Call

Melody was shocked beyond belief. Her voice was captured in the recordings. And she revealed the truth in her drunken state.

"No way! You fabricated that. That’s not me! Don’t lie to me, Oliver! You are so wicked! You are making yourself a victim now. How shameless!" Melody continued to deny it.

Oliver could only shake his head helplessly. He had expected this already. Melody wouldn’t easily admit it.

"You don’t believe me. Then you have to see it with your own eyes."

Oliver took the remote control of the flat-screen TV. He turned it on and showed her a video.

Melody gasped, covering her mouth, her eyes wide in shock.

In the footage, she saw her drunken self in an unknown place.

’Where the hell is that?’

She was in a closed room. She was not familiar with the surroundings. She didn’t remember going to that place. But she recognized her clothes. Those were her clothes when she attended a party hosted by her friend. She got totally wasted at that time.

Melody was clueless that Lanny’s men took her out of her friend’s apartment and brought her to some place where they could record this video.

The voice in the background kept asking her questions. Surprisingly, she was giving them the answers they wanted, confessing everything she did to Oliver. Lanny’s men used a drug called ’Truth Serum’.

"As you can see, this video is not fabricated. You willingly confessed your scheme against me."

Melody shook her head in disbelief. At that certain moment, she knew she was doomed. She felt like every ounce of her energy was drained from her.

She slumped her body on the couch, still watching the video.

"I’m showing you this to warn you. Don’t bother me again. Tell your father to stop forcing us into this arranged marriage. I will never marry you." Oliver made himself clear to Melody.

But Melody suddenly dropped to her knees as she begged him. "No. Oliver. Please. Don’t do this to me. You have to marry me. My father will punish me. He might even disown me."

"Please. I will be a good wife. I will satisfy you in bed. Just accept me! Don’t stop our engagement. And please marry me!" She continued begging him frantically as if her life depended on it.

But her plea won’t work on Oliver. Her scheme pushed him to hate her. In fact, he felt disgusted whenever he would see Melody.

"No. Melody. I will never marry you. I don’t want anything to do with your family. Your father just wanted to take advantage of our family fortune. I know the situation of the Williams. You are planning to oppose Dominique who currently holds the biggest share of your company."

"I will not allow your father to use our family in your conflict with Dominique," Oliver stated with determination.

Melody felt so desperate. She thought her plan was foolproof. But something went wrong! She didn’t know how to fix this anymore.

"Tomorrow. Our families will have a lunch gathering. I want you to announce that you don’t want to marry me anymore. If you don’t, then I’ll have no choice. I won’t be a gentleman, Melody." Oliver warned her.

After saying that, Oliver strode toward the door. He was about to leave when he suddenly stopped. "Melody, I’m not a rapist. My parents raised me well. I won’t force myself on someone. You insulted me, hurt my ego, and tainted my reputation for making me look like that. I’ll never forget this."

When he was done expressing his thoughts, Oliver exited the room, leaving Melody behind. He smiled and felt relieved after solving his issue.

He picked up his phone and dialed Lanny’s number. He wanted to thank her personally for helping him with his problem.

*****

[ At Athena’s penthouse... ]

One thirty in the morning...

She was tossing and turning around her bed, not able to sleep. She couldn’t forget Ashton’s words.

"I’ve been wondering why Sasha had to do it at that time. Ashton’s words make sense. Sasha’s target was Dominique. It only meant she wanted to sleep with him... and the reason might be–"

Athena shook her head, disregarding her thoughts. "There is no way they hadn’t sex yet. Sasha felt so proud about it when she told me everything. Dominique didn’t even deny it when Sasha revealed their affair."

"They have been living for four years now as husband and wife. They are sleeping in the same room. Dominique is not a Saint! He will touch her and make love with her as he wants." Athena contradicted her first suspicion.

Her alter ego spoke in her mind. ’Then why Sasha didn’t get pregnant? Is she infertile?’

Athena didn’t know what to believe in anymore. She was confused.

Then Dominique’s words flashed in her mind once again. { Will you believe me if I say I don’t love her? }

"If he didn’t love her, then why did he marry her?" Athena murmured, her face contorted with irritation.

"Should I just ask him myself? But I don’t believe any words he says." Athena hugged her pillow tightly, staring at her ceiling.

Then she turned to her bedside table, grabbing her phone.

She stared at her phone screen for a long moment, contemplating. "Should I call him or not?"

"Argh! I can’t sleep." Athena tossed her phone on her bed and covered her face using both hands. "I keep thinking about it."

Athena was lost in her thoughts when suddenly she heard a faint voice coming from her phone. When she turned to it, her eyes widened in shock only to realize that she accidentally pressed the call button earlier when she tossed the phone. And someone answered it from the other line.

’Damn! Is Dominique still awake?’

She picked it up and brought it to her ear.

"Hello? Miss Song? Why are you calling my husband at this hour?"

Athena froze the moment she recognized Sasha’s voice.

’Damn it! It’s Sasha, not Dom!’ She wasn’t able to react because of the shock, her heart beating so fast.

"If this is about business, can you call him tomorrow, Miss Song? My husband is sound asleep in our bed... after our ’extraneous activity’." Sasha giggled flirtily, insinuating they had some passionate moments earlier.

Athena immediately pressed the end call button, clenching her phone tightly.

’Stupid, Athena! You shouldn’t have made that mistake. You should have known better. Sasha is still Dominique’s wife and they are sleeping in one room... and in one bed.’

Athena’s heart constricted. Why was she feeling hurt? She should feel numb already! She shouldn’t care about it. But why? Why does she feel like her heart is being shattered into tiny pieces again?

Meanwhile, at the Smith Mansion, Sasha had a dark expression on her face as she stared at Dominique’s phone.

"Miss Song." She mumbled through her gritted teeth. "Who is she? Why is she calling Dominique at this hour? She didn’t even say a word. She immediately hung up the phone."

Earlier, Sasha woke up at the sound of Dominique’s ringtone. She sat up only to find out that Dominique was not in the master’s bedroom. It was always like this. She would wake up at dawn only to find out Dominique was not with her. He might be sleeping again in his study room.

"Wait! Don’t tell me... she is the woman who is messing with me and Dominique! The one who sent those sex toys using my name?"