Regret Came Too Late

Alice quickly unlocked Grace's phone.

She scrolled through to the chat with Ethan, her eyes gleaming with greed. She scrolled through their messages but didn't find anything flirtatious or suggestive between them. Her brows furrowed, and her jealousy intensified.

It seemed like Ethan was still secretly in love with her.

Grace didn't deserve him.

With a smirk, Alice quickly typed out a message to Ethan from Grace's phone. "I want to talk to you about the things you've been hiding from me."

What Alice didn't know was that this message hit a nerve.

When Ethan read it, his grip on the phone tightened. Soon, a follow-up message came through—an address to a hotel not far from the Lambert residence.

He rubbed his temples and replied with a single word. "Alright."

Alice, seeing his quick reply, felt a rush of jealousy, her face twisting in frustration. She was burning with anger and wanted nothing more than to rush back to the Lambert residence to end Grace once and for all. However, she took a deep breath and drove straight to the hotel.

Ethan showed up, she was sure he would fall into her trap. She had learned so

her face as she changed into the sexiest outfit she could find. Then, she mixed the drug into the

for what felt like forever. When she finally heard a knock on the

able to see clearly. By the time he slept with Alice, it would already be

about it sent shivers of excitement down her

but didn't show herself. Instead, she ran into the bedroom to

the room. As soon as he inhaled the scent of the fragrance

door, but before he could open

resist. She quickly emerged from

thin clothing.

thick with desire, almost as if it could drip

only see the silhouette of a man,

me, Grace. Why aren't you

that she was Grace at that moment, hoping the drugs would

motionless in his wheelchair, didn't