Chapter 9 N
Alison tried to brush it off, scrambling for excuses, but Soren wasn’t buying it.
“Don’t lie to me?” he snapped. “That injury doesn’t look fresh. We’ve only done it a couple of times–there’s no way it should be this bad!“!
He stepped closer, voice rising. “Tell me the truth. Have you been screwing with men behind my back for a while now?“%
Alison burst into tears, begging him to believe her. Then, out of nowhere, she called me–dragged me into their mess to vouch for her.
But no matter what I said, Soren didn’t buy it.
He sent his people to escort Alison to his private hospital for a full examination.
The results came back quickly.
The diagnosis? Long–term internal damage caused by repeated physical strain. Basically, overuse.}
The wound I had carefully stitched up for her had been healing well–until she’d pushed herself too far and tore it all open again.
When Soren heard that, his face turned completely dark.
“You did this to fake being a virgin? No wonder you were so good at the first time,” he spat, eyes burning. “Makes sense now!“>
Alison turned pale, tried to explain, but Soren slapped her so hard she hit the floor.
“You make me sick!”
Aunt Hannah arrived just in time to hear the end of it. She gasped in disbelief, then turned her gaze on me like she’d just solved the mystery of the century.
“It was her! I know it was her!” she cried, jabbing her finger at me “Listen to me, Soren. I’m telling you this has Fran written all over it.” “She’s jealous,” Aunt Hannah hissed. “You chose Alison over her and now she’s trying to ruin it. She must’ve tampered with the results!”
Old witch still had her wits about her, I’ll give her that.
Alison, desperate and in tears, clung to the story immediately.
Alison’s eyes lit up at the lifeline. She started nodding and crying. “Yes! That’s it! She’d always give me sedatives during my checkups and when I woke up, I’d be sore down there! She must’ve done something to me!“>
She clutched at Soren. “Please, you have to believe me. I’ve never done with anyone but you. My body’s clean!“}
“What did you do to my daughter?!” Aunt Hannah shrieked, lunging at me with all the fire of a woman who’d just been scorned. “I treated you like my own and this is how you repay me, you ungrateful little snake!“}
I’d had enough of her dramatics. So I slapped her–clean across the face.
“If you’re gonna throw accusations, at least bring proof, Aunty,” I said, my voice cool and sharp.
She stared at me in rage, one hand pressed to her cheek–but said nothing. She didn’t dare. She was scared I’d spill Alison’s secret about the virginity surgery.
Taking the chance, Alison crawled to Soren and plead, “See that? That’s how she’s to me and my mom. When she’s not happy, she resort to violence. She ruins me!“}
For a brief moment, Soren’s expression softened into something like pity. Then he turned that cold, judgmental stare on me.”
“I know you’re angry at me and maybe you want revenge,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “But why take it out on Alison? What did you do to her body? Aren’t you afraid I’ll sue you for this?“>
I laughed, dry and humorless. “Be my guest. But you and I both know you can’t throw someone in jail without evidence. And you, Soren, of all people, should know how the law works. So tell me–do you have any proof? Do any of you have evidence?“}
That made them all pause. Aunt Hannah, Alison–even Soren–looked uneasy.
“No?” I answered to their silence, “Well, I do.”
I pulled out my phone and opened up Owen’s online shopping cart. Toys. All kinds of them.”
Alison went pale. She knew exactly what was coming.
“That’s Owen’s account,” Aunt Hannah snapped, leaning over to peek. “Why are you showing us your ex’s purchases? What do we care about what you two did in your relationship? That’s got nothing to do with Alison!“}
“Oh, it does,” I said with a sly smile. “You see, these toys, Owen used them with Alison. And they’re exactly what caused her injuries.“}
“Liar!” Alison screamed, panicked.
Soren’s face darkened. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were locked on me like they were drilling for truth.
“This still doesn’t prove Alison ever slept with another man,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Unless you’ve got something solid, I’ll have my lawyer slap you with a defamation suit so hard you’ll rot behind bars.”
“Easy now, Mr. Armitage,” I said, raising a finger. “I have more.”
I tapped into the cloud storage I’d found by accident–something Alison had clearly forgotten existed. I pulled up the files. Photos. Videos. All in HD. Every frame of Alison and Owen together, doing exactly what you’d expect with those toys.
I hadn’t planned to use them. But if Soren wanted the truth, I wasn’t about to let him down.”
His expression crumbled. It was like watching a dam break.N
Then came the slap. It echoed in the room. Alison crashed to the floor, shaking.
“You whore,” Soren spat. “You’ve been lying to me this whole damn time!”
