Chapter 150. The Next Plan

The dim light from her laptop shone on Angeline’s face in the darkness of her cramped studio apartment. A far cry from her former life of luxury as Harry’s wife, she now had to make do with a tiny apartment with peeling wallpaper and a constantly noisy radiator.

“Look at your face, Honey,” Angeline chuckled, her fingers painted dark red stroking the laptop screen that displayed CCTV footage from a restaurant she had last visited. In the black-and-white video, Harry was clearly frozen at the sight of her—his mouth slightly open, his eyebrows raised high.

“You didn’t expect me to change this drastically, did you?” The woman laughed again.

She played back the footage she got from Jake the waiter for $200. Her eyes sparkled slyly at the moment the red wine stained the dress she was wearing that day, creating the perfect drama that made the whole restaurant turn their heads. Including Harry. Although, in the end, Angeline wasn’t too satisfied with the result, as Harry’s