Chapter 221

Even knowing the photos were fabricated, Trent Brown was still shaking like a leaf. “Babe, those photos are fake; someone’s trying to frame me. I swear I didn’t do anything to hurt you.”

His wife’s sharp voice came through the phone: “Trent Brown, do you think I’m an idiot? You’re just an interior decorator, not big shot; who would bother framing you?”

Trent Brown felt like words were useless: “Honey, you have to believe me. Someone is trying to pin this on me. I swear, if I did anything to betray you, I’ll get what’s coming.”

His wife snapped back, “Trent Brown, not only do you not admit your mistake, but you’re arguing with me. I’m telling you now, I’m not living with you anymore!”

“Darling, I swear, Trent Brown started, but was cut off. “If you won’t admit it, then don’t bother coming home.”

matter what Trent Brown said, he couldn’t convince her that he

didn’t have any enemies; who

much thought, he figured it must be Jeremy Artis, whom he

number and said, “Jeremy, I was just joking with you;

Hartley responded coolly, “What?”

dumb. Those photos my wife received must have been sent by you. I’m sorry. I apologize. Can you explain this to my wife?

“What did you

up, and I won’t do it again. As long as you explain to my wife, I’ll

teach him a lesson: “I’ll let it slide this time, but if there’s a next time, you and your wife will likely

not an idiot; how could

your mistake.” Satisfied with the answer, Marcus hung

inspection took longer than Cornelia Stewart expected, checking not only the plumbing and electricity but also every

in the house.

thankfully the developer was decent, and only two tiles were

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