Chapter 4

• Lindsey stayed in the guest room.
• Through the wall, I could hear her steady breathing.
• I forced myself to stay awake.
• Late at night, their low voices suddenly floated from the other side of the wall.
• It was followed by the sound of fabric rustling.
• My heart lurched. I jumped out of bed and felt my way to the guest room door.
• What I saw inside knocked the breath out of me.
• Paul and Lindsey were naked, going at it like crazy.
• “Do you think Emily will find out I was the one who hit her with the car?”
• Lindsey lay on the bed, her voice shaking with each thrust.
• “What if she finds out I made her miscarry?” she asked, breathless.
• Then she paused. “What if she cuts me off?”
• “She won’t.” Paul slammed into her. “Emily’s a dumbass. She’s easy to handle.”
• “She almost caught on to us a few times." He laughed. "I just tossed her a few flowers, and she was fine.”
• “She’s dumb as hell." He arrowed deeper into her. "Right, Lindsey?”
• “Don’t… don’t say that about her.”
• “Cut the act," he snapped. "If you didn’t think she was stupid, would you dare have me come to her place and fuck you?”
• Paul smacked Lindsey’s ass.
• “As you wish, slut," he panted. "I’m gonna fuck you to death tonight!”
• I clapped a hand over my mouth. I could barely believe it.
• It was really her.
• And my boyfriend had been treating me like a damn fool.
• Anger drowned out the hurt.
• I clenched my fists. I wasn’t letting them off.
• But on my own, there was no way I could make them pay.
• “Sophie, you up?”
• I texted my former accomplice.
• “I know who the real mistress is. Go live with me, now!”
• I livestreamed with Sophie fast.
• Through the narrow crack of the door, I started livestreaming Paul and Lindsey cheating.
• “Paul, slower… Emily will hear us.”
• Lindsey moaned under her breath.
• “Didn’t you slip her sleeping pills?" Paul said in between thrusts. "She won’t know.”
• So that was why Lindsey pushed that glass of milk on me tonight.
• She’d spiked it.
• Viewers in the stream were spamming comments.
• “Oh my god, there’s more?”
• “So they’re having sex in Emily’s house.”
• “That’s disgusting.”
• The stream’s numbers kept going up, but it still wasn’t enough for me.
• “Sophie, I’ve got a better idea.”
• We teamed up with a bunch of big creators to co-stream the affair.
• Meanwhile, a gust of wind blew their door open.
• Everything they were doing was right there on camera.
• The chat went nuts.
• “They’re bold as hell!”
• “I bet they warmed up while Emily was right there, totally clueless.”
• “Wait, why’d they stop?”
• “Did they notice? Streamer, hide!”
• At some point, the two of them stopped moving.
• I ducked out of sight.
• From what little I could still film, it could still be seen that Lindsey had Paul’s dick in her mouth.
• Paul looked blissed-out. “Your blowjob game is way better than Emily’s.”
• “That’s why you keep coming to me,” Lindsey said.
• She released his dick from her mouth, turned her head, and her face landed right in front of the camera.
• The chat went wild.
• “She looks so familiar.”
• “She’s my friend’s wife!”
• “I know that guy. He’s tangled up with a ton of women.”
• People in the stream were clearly recognizing them.
• Some even started saying their names.
• Before it blew up into a total shitstorm, I killed the stream.
• I’d already hit my goal.
• Their friends had seen their true colors.
• Inside, they finished. Lindsey was pushing Paul to leave.
• Only then did I go back to my room.
• My TikTok DMs were exploding. Tons of people were asking how it ended.
• I didn’t answer any of them.
• Not until the next morning, when text messages from Sophie jolted me awake.
• “Emily, turn on the stream, now!”
• “There’s something even juicier!”