Julian tried to close the door, but Victoria blocked it with her hand.
"Ow!"
Julian glanced back at me. Seeing that I wasn't reacting, he allowed her in to tend to her injury.
To my surprise, the first thing Victoria did after entering was kneel down in front of me.
"Adelaide, I really don't know what I did to upset you. Please, don't have Mr. Moore blacklist me in the industry."
She reached out to take my hand, but I instinctively pulled back, causing Victoria to fall to the ground.
She looked up at me, helpless, her shirt collar half open due to her position.
I could clearly see the hickeys on her neck and collarbone.
My stomach twisted again, and I turned my gaze away, remaining silent.
The three of us stood in a tense silence for a while, until Julian finally broke it.
"Victoria, in this industry, no one has the power to control everything. Everyone relies on their own abilities."
"I'm not going to blacklist you, but please leave. You're disturbing my wife's rest."
Victoria glanced at me one more time, saw that I remained silent, and reluctantly stood up from the floor.
She turned to straighten her clothes, though she subtly pulled her open collar even lower.
She then bowed to Julian, "As long as you don't blacklist me, it's fine. I'm sorry, I was too forward."
From Julian's perspective, he must have seen everything.
His throat involuntarily bobbed as he swallowed.
I stood to the side, clearly noticing this detail.
After Victoria left, Julian went to make me a bowl of comforting chicken soup.
Watching me finish the bowl, he smiled contentedly.
"Adelaide, if your stomach still hurts, you should rest early. I have some work to take care of."
Then, he quickly made an excuse about forgetting some documents in the car and left in a hurry.
As soon as he left, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited up the soup I had just swallowed.
Julian Moore didn't know that during our most difficult times, I had developed a severe case of insomnia.
Since I was used to taking medicine, I immediately recognized the taste of a sleeping pill in the soup.
After I finished vomiting, I quietly opened the bedroom door and walked out.
I didn't expect Julian and Victoria Harrington to be so bold, getting it on in a secluded corner of the garden.
I stood behind the bushes, one hand tightly covering my mouth to stop myself from crying out loud, while the other hand secretly turned on the recording.
"Mr. Moore, how was my performance?" Victoria asked, her voice sweet.
Julian smirked, "You did well. And here's your reward."
Victoria giggled, lifting her skirt and straddling Julian, taking a grape from the fruit basket.
"This is my reward for myself."
Julian clearly enjoyed it, letting out a satisfied sigh. "You really know how to play."
Victoria, pressed tightly against his chest, asked, "So, did Adelaide figure it out? You're afraid she'll find out and you're still playing these tricks."
Julian flipped over, taking the initiative.
"Don't you think this is extra exciting?"
"Besides, I gave her something to help her sleep. She should be asleep by now."
I didn't continue recording the rest of their actions, as I felt like I was about to lose my mind.
Grabbing the last bit of my sanity, I rushed back to the villa and locked myself in the bedroom.
I stood in front of the mirror, examining myself.
My eyes were dull and bloodshot, my face as pale as paper.
Next to me hung a picture of Julian and me, smiling happily. Even through the lens, one could feel the vitality in the photo.
I stared at that picture for a long time, then yanked it off the wall and tore it into pieces.
I opened my phone and pulled up the chat with Victor Ashton.
The last message was from Victor, asking if I wanted to choose my own "death."
Without hesitation, I typed two words and hit send.
"Suicide."
