Chapter 2

The moment my pinned comment went up, the livestream's viewership tripled on the spot.

It was all onlookers waiting to see what happened next, and the scrolling comments came so fast they nearly buried the screen.

"Plaintiff turns into defendant? What a twist... hahahaha"

"That was a slap to the face, loud and clear. I just want to ask, lady, does your face hurt?"

"Lady, stop putting on a brave front, close the stream and go beat up your husband already!"

"So awkward! This is beyond cringe!"

Aunt Eve looked at my pinned comment and was so angry she nearly fainted.

She pointed at the camera and couldn't get out a single complete sentence for the longest time, but she still fooled herself by saying, "Impossible! There's no way my husband would ever cheat! You're clearly some slut trying to twist your words here and muddy the waters! You just wait—I'm calling my husband right now and having him video in to confront you face to face!"

Samuel Fox, who was watching the livestream at his company, saw that things had blown up this far and knew there was no way he could stay silent now.

But if he admitted to cheating in public, where would he hide his old face?

His first instinct was to grab his stuff and bolt.

But just as he ran out of the company, it suddenly hit him.

The day they'd signed the contract with me, he'd paid in cash—there was no bank transfer record.

As long as he flatly refused to admit it, what could I possibly do to him?

He steadied himself at once and, without any hesitation, answered his wife's video call.

Facing the camera, he heaved a fake sigh and said, "Hello, everyone, I'm Samuel Fox... First of all, I want to apologize to you all, because this neighbor dispute of ours has wasted public resources. Secondly... I understand the young lady is embarrassed by something like this, too ashamed to admit it... but what's done is done, and it's not like it's some crime. Just admit it and be done—why frame me... I, Samuel Fox, have lived my whole life above board. How could I ever do something like keeping a mistress! Look at you—look how frantic you've made my wife! So... I demand that you apologize to my wife, Eve Perry, immediately, otherwise... even if it costs me my life, I will get justice from you!"

The instant Samuel Fox flipped the blame like that, the livestream stirred all over again.

Even the viewers who'd been on my side started to waver, debating in the comments whether there'd be a second reversal.

"This Samuel Fox seems pretty honest... who knows, maybe it really is..."

"I've watched so much of this that my head's spinning, it's like a mystery show. The lady says the girl was making noises in the middle of the night, the girl says she rented the place to your husband, your husband says the girl is framing him. So where did that noise in the middle of the night actually come from?"

"Could it really be that the girl's too shy to admit it? Now that the lady's exposed her, she whips up a fake contract to flip the blame?"

Watching the comments swing back toward Samuel Fox and his wife again, I suddenly found it a little funny.

I posted a single line on my social media account right away: Since Mr. Fox insists I'm framing him, there's no point saying more. See you in court!

After posting it, I logged straight out of the livestream and tossed my phone aside.

The jet lag had my head feeling like lead—nothing in the world matters more than catching up on sleep.

As for that low couple, I had all the time in the world to play with them.