Love Died on Valentine's Day novel Chapter 9

She trembled, trying to explain, but I didn’t give her the chance. I pulled out the pictures, slapped them against her face, and said, “Five thousand dollars a piece, twenty-two photos in total. That’s one hundred and ten thousand dollars. That buys you and your little pup a place on the big billboard, where all the people in the city will see you naked.”

My eyes darted down to her chest, and I sneered, “The intern left less than half an hour ago, right? You’re not even wearing your bra right now, are you?”

The fear and shame of being exposed in front of me were all visible in Manuela’s eyes.

“I’m paying for my own face. Your face is worthless to me."

I closed the suitcase, got up, and left. Manuela chased after me, grabbing my hand desperately. She cried, “Honey, I know I was wrong. I didn't love him. I loved you. It’s always been you. Please forgive me this once, okay?"

"Once?" I laughed bitterly. "Do you want me to pull up your hotel records? What’s going on? Now you don’t even have enough money to pay for a hotel room, so you’re doing it at home? Manuela, enough is enough. If I wanted to make a big deal out of this, you and your little pup would be the only ones who would be embarrassed."

Hearing that her reputation was at stake, Manuela immediately let go of my hand. Seeing my firm attitude, she knew I wouldn’t forgive her. She no longer bothered to hide it. She snorted and said, "You can get a divorce if you want. The house and the car are mine. You can’t take them.”

My worldview was shattered again. I laughed sarcastically. "Fine, they’re all yours.”

As long as I could get away from this disgusting woman as soon as possible, I wouldn’t care about these things.

But Manuela was still not satisfied. She said, "You also have to promise not to expose our relationship and not to damage his reputation. He's talented and has a bright future. He's not some good-for-nothing like you."

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