Chapter 4

To find out who the other woman was, I spent the night digging through Instagram. I searched through local socialite pages and party tags. A friend of mine who works in PR had told me about these accounts—they were filled with local gold-diggers and trust-fund babies.

I typed in the name of the exclusive club Carter frequented, adding the keyword "bunny."

The search loaded. A post from ten minutes ago popped up. The username was "Sweet_Mia."

The photo was a selfie taken in a dimly lit VIP lounge. The girl had a face clearly modified by plastic surgery, with an incredibly prominent chest. In her hand, she was holding an orange Hermès box. The exact box Carter claimed to have "mistaken."

Her caption read:

"Dumb hubby meant to give me the roleplay bunny outfit but accidentally gave his 'old lady' the bag instead! This color is so grandma, who wants a grocery bag anyway! "

And there was a pinned comment below her post:

"But hubby said the outfit was custom-made for my size, and no one else could pull it off~ He promised to get me two limited-edition bags tomorrow to make it up to me! "

I let out a cold laugh. My fingers froze above the screen.

36D. Old lady. Grocery bag.

Good. Very good.

I zoomed in on the photo, looking at the bag in the girl's hand. It was a limited-edition gold Birkin. You had to spend six figures at the store just to get on the waiting list for that bag. But in Mia's mouth, it was just a "grocery bag."

Meanwhile, my mother, who had worked hard her entire life, was so touched by a gift from her future son-in-law that she didn't know what to do. Yet, she had almost become the laughing stock of this cheating couple's bedroom roleplay.

I took screenshots, saved them, and threw my phone face-down on the table. I didn't sleep a wink that night.

The next morning, the doorbell rang early.

Carter stood at the door, sweating, holding two brand-new Hermès shopping bags. Before he even walked in, his voice was filled with deep regret.

"Eleanor! Chloe! I am so incredibly sorry!"

Eleanor was in the kitchen making breakfast. Hearing his voice, she wiped her hands and came out.

Suddenly, with a loud thud, Carter dropped to one knee right in the foyer. Both Eleanor and I were stunned.

"Eleanor, it's all my fault!" Carter held up the shopping bags, looking completely devastated. "Yesterday, my brain was completely fried. I shouldn't have hung out with Mason. He made me look like an absolute fool in front of you. I am so sorry! I literally begged the store manager to get these two bags overnight. Please accept them! If you don't forgive me, I won't get up!"

What an Oscar-worthy performance.

Eleanor had never seen a rich young man behave like this. Her anger vanished instantly, and she rushed forward to help him up.

"Oh, sweetie, what are you doing? Get up!" She looked at the luxury bags with guilt. "You didn't have to buy such expensive things. It's too much..."

Carter stood up, a humble, pleasing smile on his face. He even found a moment to wink at me secretly.

"As long as you're happy, Eleanor, it's worth every penny! I already screamed at Mason!"

"Good, good," Eleanor smiled warmly, completely satisfied with his attitude.

I stood by the side, watching the show in silence.

Carter put the bags on the coffee table, wrapped his arm around my waist, and whispered in a low, suggestive voice:

"Are we good now, babe? I told you it was just a misunderstanding. I spent almost all my savings to get these bags. You better reward me tonight..."

His hand began to slide down my waist. Suppressing the urge to vomit, I smiled playfully.

"Really? Your buddy Mason must be so upset then."

Carter didn't blink. "Oh, absolutely! Scarlett screamed at him all night. He's probably crying in a corner right now."

"Oh?" I wiggled out of his grip, walked over to the coffee table, and picked up the bunny outfit that was still sitting there. I shook it in front of him.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, we should return this to its rightful owner."

Carter's eyes flickered with panic. He reached out to grab it. "Right, right! I'll take it back to Mason so it doesn't bother you."

I twisted my wrist, dodging his hand. "No way," I smiled gently. "This is such a private item. We should return it in person to show how sincere we are."