Forgive My Ex-husband

Chapter 367 Being Schemed

Alice knew that there were many experienced people here who knew the rules, so she didn't worry

much. She left the lounge after seeing that everything was ready.

The corridor outside the lounge was very dark, and the looming cigarette butt in Alice's fingers was

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Compared to the desolation outside, the lounge was very lively. Several girls, who were scantily

dressed, surrounded Jerry, with a seducing expression on their faces.

"Well, don't just sit there any longer. Let's start working," one of them clapped her hands and said. The

others also calmed down when they thought of their purpose of coming here today.

Many girls surrounded Jerry, making all kinds of alluring postures beside him, and asked him to

cooperate. Not far away, someone had filmed all of this scene.

The photographer didn't forget to direct these people to do something, and then make them look more

intimate with each other. In the drunken state, Jerry knew nothing about it.

When everything was over, the group of people left. The woman who took the photo was satisfied and

took the camera in her hand to look for Emily outside.

Emily was still smoking, and the ground was covered with a lot of cigarette ash. Smoking was forbidden

in this place, but no one stopped her.

"Here you are. Have a look." The woman put the camera on a shelf casually, and Alice put the cigarette

case on it. Then she picked up the camera and began to observe. The smile at the corners of her

mouth became more and more evil.

"That's it. I'll transfer the money to you later," Alice said and left with the camera.

Jerry was left in the lounge. Alice immediately sent these photos to Stacy. She was looking forward to

what would happen to Jerry, who relied on his wife to get his current status.

Stacy had been nourishing her fetus at home these days. She noticed that there was something wrong

with Jerry, but she had no choice but to ask her father for help.

She had a light sleep at night, and she couldn't sleep well after pregnancy, especially at night when she

felt the baby was very noisy.

In a daze, she heard her phone ringing. She didn't want to answer it, but it kept ringing, which made

her a little irritable.

She touched the side and wanted to let Jerry turn off the phone, but she felt a chill.

Stacy opened her eyes in an instant and turned on the bedside lamp. There was no sign of Jerry, which

made him feel strange.

She picked up her phone and looked for him outside the bedroom, but he was nowhere to be found.

Stacy became much angrier.

When she was about to call Jerry, her phone rang again. Someone sent her more than ten messages

in the evening. Stacy was unhappy and wanted to scold someone at this time.

However, when she saw the content of the message, she was silent.

The man she was looking for was lying next to several women, being indulged in dissipation and

enjoyment. Stacy's chest heaved sharply. At last, she called Jerry, but no one answered.

In the lounge of the club, Jerry was lying on the bed, his clothes a little messy. The phone beside him

kept vibrating, but he didn't wake up at all.

Stacy made three calls in a row, but no one answered. She angrily threw her phone out.

The moment the phone fell on the ground, a crisp sound was heard.

"Well done, Jerry," Stacy said through gritted teeth. It seemed that all men in the world were the same.

They would cheat on their wife.

No matter what they said before marriage, it will be the same after marriage, especially when women

were pregnant, they would go out to find someone else.

Stacy sat on the sofa, staring at the photos on the screen. The more she looked at them, the angrier

she became.

At this time, she really wanted her father to find someone to look for Jerry, but she didn't want him to

worry about her. Stacy finally understood why so many people said that the man who loved a woman

most was only her father.

Thinking of her father's dissuasion and her willfulness, Stacy felt a little sad.

She had been sitting alone in the living room for the whole night. The next morning, rubbing his head

after hangover, Jerry went home with a painful head.

When he saw Stacy sitting on the sofa, his heart jolted and he had a bad feeling.

"Honey, why are you sitting here?" Jerry said tentatively. As he approached, he saw Stacy's long face.

Thinking of the group of women in the photos, Stacy felt sick when she heard Jerry call her intimately.

"Where have you been?" Stacy asked directly. She loved this man, so she still held the last hope,

hoping that he could give her a satisfactory answer.

As long as he was honest and told her the reason, she would believe that maybe those photos were

fake. Stacy began to find excuses for each other.

Therefore, she missed the flash of panic in Jerry's eyes. Jerry was a little upset because he was not

sure when Stacy woke up.

But in the end, he still maintained calm and said, "I had a nightmare yesterday and couldn't fall asleep.

I was afraid that I would wake you up, so I went out for a walk."

Jerry thought that if he said so, maybe he could get Stacy's care and forget about it.

But today, he had obviously underestimated the seriousness of the matter. With a sneer, Stacy took out

those photos and put them in front of Jerry. She said with a little sarcasm, "Then tell me how you went

out for a walk and ended up with several women."

Jerry was completely drunk last night. Looking at these photos, he was completely confused. Thinking

of Stacy's questioning tone, he felt a little unhappy. "You don't believe me or you don't believe yourself?

Why do you believe these fake photos?"

"Fake photos. Let's talk about it after you smell the perfume on your body," Stacy said angrily. She

didn't notice it just now, so she didn't smell it either. At this time, she smelled the obvious perfume from

Jerry.

The phone, which had just been picked up, was once again smashed into the body of Jerry by Stacy.

After saying this angrily, she turned around and went back to her bedroom.

She didn't want to talk to the man outside at all.

She had always trusted her own feelings. How proud she was before, and how frustrated she was now.

Standing in the living room, Jerry rubbed his uncomfortable head and gradually became sober. He

finally remembered something.

Last night, Alice asked him to go out for a drink. He wanted to ask her if she was Emily, but he didn't

expect that he was so bad at drinking last night.

Jerry suddenly realized that something was wrong.

All this was like a trap. Thinking of this, he quickly ran to the bedroom, trying to explain everything to

Stacy.

Alice seemed to be against him, so she was most likely to be Emily. If that was the case, then the only

person he could rely on now was Stacy.

The bedroom's door was tightly closed, and there was even a slight sob inside. Jerry crazily knocked

on the door and said anxiously, "Honey, those are all fake. It's Emily who is plotting against me.

Stacy, please trust me. I only have you." As he spoke, he began to play pitiful again.

However, Stacy was different from before. No matter what happened this time, she would not be

softhearted. Jerry had no choice.

Stacy had always been on his side. He was used to coaxing Stacy with a few sweet words, but this

time, he seemed to have crossed the line.

The two of them fell into a cold war. Thinking that he had been framed by Alice, Jerry went to look for

Alice again. He couldn't get through, so he went straight to the Puppet entertainment company.

When he arrived at the door, he sent a message to warn Alice to see him, or he would make a scene at

the door if she didn't show up.

He had a way to make Alice in trouble. Emily knew Jerry well and knew he could do that. She finally

answered the phone and told him to meet at the old place.

The old place was naturally the club last night. Compared with the lively scene last night, it was a little

quiet this morning. But there were still some people coming in and out. It could be seen that the

business here was very good.

Jerry kept an eye on what had happened last night, so he didn't try the things here easily. As for Alice,

she was wearing a wine red suit, looking very capable.

The color was old-fashioned, but when she wore it, it felt like she was walking on a T stage with a

handbag and a stiletto.

Seeing this, Jerry increasingly felt that this was Emily.

"Well, what do you want from me?" Alice walked to Jerry's side and casually threw her bag aside. The

bartender was already familiar with her, so he directly served her a glass of daily wine.

"Are you Emily or not? You did what happened last night, didn't you?" Jerry opened his mouth and

questioned. His vicious eyes were like a viper staring at Emily, making her feel sick all over.

But at the same time, Alice felt a sense of fear. She realized that she was too arrogant. She thought

that Jerry didn't dare to do anything to her, but she forgot that Jerry had no bottom line. If he really

wanted to do something, no one could stop him.

Even though she had a high position, she was now awkward. The smile at the corners of Jerry's mouth

became more and more arrogant. He repeated, "Tell me, are you Emily?"

If she was really that woman, since he had the ability to make her die once, and he would have a way

to make her die a second time.

Jerry thought to himself. Alice hadn't opened her mouth for a long time. When they were in such a

stalemate, someone suddenly broke in and broke the silence.