The next day, Grace and Natalie came across each other. The usually smug Grace tried to ignore her, but Natalie wasn't going to let it go.
"So, it was a wild night, huh?" Natalie commented. "It must've been—after all, you hired the top escort in the city."
Grace turned to her, furious. "Shut up. I'm sure even our husband doesn't want anyone to know that one of his wives spent a night with an escort—just because he was incompetent to satisfy me."
Natalie raised a brow at her reaction. She was certainly a tough nut.
"So finally, you called him our husband and admitted that I'm his wife?" Natalie said. "But let me correct you—he's just my husband, not yours. Or else, he wouldn't have let you sleep with someone else. As for satisfying you? Hmm… how about we turn that into how the spoiled daughter of the Hartz family is addicted to sex and has been calling escorts to her bed for years now?" Natalie pulled out her cellphone and showed some pictures to Grace.
