Tamar watched everything and sighed; she was happy she stopped all the madness before it was too late. As she was going up, she met her dad at the stairs and whispered, " Be very careful with your toys; I don't want to come to the morgue to identify your corpse." He went down, lost in thought about what his daughter just said, but he didn't notice anything wrong with his phone; for some reason, the air around him was thin.
He grabbed the lady and put him on his lap to test the waters. He did not miss her stiff body, but her face was still smiling. He asked, "Hey, sweet, something the matter?" She pretended to blush and said, " Why do you always call me sweet? I love you, baby, but I'm not feeling well. I want to go home and rest." Okay," and then released her and assigned a driver for her.
On normal days, he would whine about her leaving, kiss her, and then drive her personally, but today it was different. She marked him. He, on the other hand, was relieved, as he had 'other matters' to attend to and could not be with her; he was too preoccupied to notice anything wrong. She went to the garage and hid somewhere. She must tail him today and see who this sweetheart was.
He hurriedly left for the garage, took his most expensive car, and left. She followed him all the way to the hotel they usually frequent. Again, another heartbreak as he was given the same keycard he always said was booked for the two of them. As the front lady knew her, she passed freely and went to the room.
The man entered the same room, and she was so mad she wanted to bash his head with the flower pot, but was stopped due to shock. The other lady, known as Sweetheart, was none other than her best friend,d who told her that her man was also getting divorced. So they thought they were sleeping with a married man, not knowing it was the same man;n, they had even planned to party tonight.
She pinched herself to believe everything, and she believed because the pain came. In a moment of shock, she was discovered by her best friend, who was happy she was there. She went and hugged her and asked. "What are you doing here? Did you finish your business with your man?"
Their eyes[the 1st mistress and the man] were locked as she said subconsciously, "I did..." "What are you doing here then? I'm kind of busy right now; can we link up later?" "No can do, because my man is the same man standing right behind you. "What?" She then turned to look, and there he was,s looking at them calmly;y, he didn't seem shocked at all.
"Ladies, glad that you know each other. The choice is yours: be with me or leave me. I don't lack beauties." Hell broke loose as the two best friends grabbed each other's hair and started fighting, and finally, both fell inside the room. The man watched everything unfold peacefully as a side character; he took his coat and was prepared to leave, and that's when the first mistress threw a stiletto at him, and bullsey; it pricked his eye and blood....
He screamed at the top of his lungs as he was caught unawares; the scream attracted everybody around, and when they saw the scene, photos were snapped, and videos were taken. An ambulance arrived and took all three to the hospital. The story was posted and shared,d and this affected the company's shares, and it was on the verge of bankruptcy. After receiving medications, he was so embarrassed that he sold his company to his soon-to-be son-in-law and fled overseas.