Revenge

A voice message had shattered Amanda’s dreams about her happy marriage and overturned her view of his perfect husband;
Bill Fu was having an affair!?
"Babe, I miss you, I'll be waiting for you at our old place tonight, and remember to wear my favorite black bra...She's flying to
Paris again; so, babe, let’s meet up and I will show you some new tricks tonight!”
Bill Fu’s voice cannot be more familiar to Amanda, except for that erotic tone; it contradicted his chaste and serious image of
usual; gripping the phone fiercely, Amanda’s hands were trembling.
Juan Family was S City's leading rich family with its main industries including the real estate and chain hotels; being an only
daughter, Amanda had been privileged in the Juan Family; and as her husband, Bill Fu was deemed as a perfect match with his
handsome appearance, profound educational background, graceful manner and oversea study experience. Lord Juan treated
him as if he was his own son.
They got married right after Amanda graduated and returned from abroad. Bill Fu had been such a gentle man and supportive
husband to her as she started building up her own cause; he was also growing in her heart with time and as everyone envied
such a perfect match of them.
Three years marriage had not gifted them any baby child yet, even though her parents were praying all day long; Today, she was
due to fly to Paris for Fashion Week, but was delayed by a trip to the hospital to pick up a pregnancy-test report. Ironically, her
extreme joy at the great news on the report stopped abruptly at the voice message...
Amanda did not see Bill Fu being mistreated by any means in this marriage; he and her cause were her everything; his vow to
take her as his lifetime wife and to love her, take care of her till death did them part was still ringing in her ears when three years
ago her father walked her down the aisle and handed her over to him. So, that was how he loved her and took care of her by
sleeping with other woman?
Amanda knew he was having an affair for sure; it was so like an old TV drama in which the mistress trying to replace the lawful
wife and took over all the assets; only difference was, Bill Fu was, in the end, a live-in son-in-law to Juan Family; the divorce
would leave him nothing.
Everything was endurable, but not infidelity and betrayal!
Amanda was boiling with anger.
Old place?

Well, she wanted to see how crazy could they go!
She called her friend, Lydia Du, "Lydia, help me check if this ID number has been checked into any hotel recently."
Lydia Du had her own magic ways with her special profession but was still surprised: "Bill Fu? Amanda, what's going on? What's
wrong with Bill Fu? Why are you checking on him?"
Amanda tried to remain her composure. "Just tell me what I asked. I'll fill you in later."
Lydia Du paused for a second and said: "The most frequented hotel was...'Royal Garden Hotel'."
What an ironic joke.
'Royal Garden Hotel', a chain hotel owned by her family.
What a good job, Bill Fu.
Her parents went on a trip abroad half a month ago and will not come back till tomorrow. She had no one to talk to. But on other
hand, what was there to talk about any more under such circumstance?
Amanda wiped the tears from her face which was streaming down involuntarily. She just felt lost. Love would wither and
marriage was not countable either; what and who else could she trust?
But, Amanda had a tough personality; she was only 25 years old and had a bunch of great time ahead; she did not rely on Bill
Fu, why should she, especially while he was a cheater?
The more clearly she thought, the more calm she was. She took a bath, changed her clean clothes, and went out after the
evening closed in. Instead of driving a car, she took a taxi to the Royal Garden International Hotel by the lake of Ciwi.
"Please help me to find out which room Bill Fu was in."
Amanda said to the receptionist.
"I'm sorry, miss, but we can't give away the guest information."
The receptionist apologized.

"I'm Amanda Juan, the owner of this hotel; Bill Fu is my husband. I just flew back from abroad and I am planning on giving him a
big surprise."
Amanda stared coldly at the receptionist.
The daughter of the big boss? The receptionist was a bit panic at her title and checked immediately on the computer before
saying earnestly: "Mrs. Fu, Mr. Fu is in #888 Presidential suite on the 16th floor. This is...the spare room card."
"Thank you!” Amanda took the card and turned around and walked to the lift gracefully and composedly.
But no sooner had she turned the corner than the receptionist dialed a number and spoke into the phone, "Mr. Fu, she's on her
way."
Amanda was stepping into a large web of intrigue.
Yet she had completely no idea.
Staring at the 16 on the board of the lift, Amanda found her step extremely heavy; standing outside the room of #888, she
hesitated; The failure of her marriage may simply mean a fresh start for her; but how about her parents, would they be able to
take the hit? And the baby she just conceived...he was innocent.
But, what could be worse than the marital infidelity; if he was cheating on her, he should be punished by her and by the law, if
she managed to catch him in the act and get the evidence.
Amanda swiped the card on the panel, opened the door, sneaked in and gently closed it again; the whole presidential suite was
immersed in the melodic and romantic music; two glasses of red wine laid on the table a little lonely; woman's red high-heeled
shoes, brace skirts, man’s shirts, pants were spreading everywhere and led her to the inner bedroom; the door was ajar with a
black bra stuck.
‘Babe, I miss you, I'll be waiting for you at our old place tonight, and remember to wear my favorite black bra...’
That erotic voice message rang in her head once again; Amanda felt a bit suffocated; she was about to catch the adultery of...the
man who had promised to love her for the rest of the life in the act.
Three years of marriage, those honeyed words, everything was in vain? How could he humiliated her like this! Amanda was itchy
to smash the wine glass on Bill Fu.

Moaning of the man and woman drifted out of the room--
"Ah! Bill!"
Amanda peeked through the crack of the ajar door; the man, Bill Fu, beyond doubt, was plowing on top of another woman...
Amanda smiled bitterly, what a spendid scene to watch.
"Bill, you're so good, what a luck to be your wife..."
"Honey..."The man gasped: "you are better..."
"Bill, you glib talk was so sweet, but, I love you..."The woman leered.
Everything was beyond redemption; thought Amanda.
Done watching and recording this, she pressed ‘stop’ on the mobile phone, saved and uploaded it to the cloud and turned
around; she cannot bear one more sight of this; and with the video she just recorded, law was on his side.
However, as soon as her hand landed on the door handle, a large hand grasped hers from behind and stopped her from twisting
the door handle. She looked back in alarm and saw Bill Fu standing right behind her with only a bath towel wrapping on his
waist.
"Amanda, wanna leave right after you are done watching?"
Bill Fu looked down at her with a faint smile on her handsome and delicate face; there was not a trace of guilt or remorse to be
detected; his voice was as gently as usual.
He was like a stranger in front of her?
"Bill Fu, don't you feel sick?"
Amanda struggled to shake off his grip.
"I have served you well before, haven’t I? We could do threesome if you wanna join us?"
Bill Fu stared at her with a sneer on his lips, then he stepped forward and encircled his arms around her waist, firmly buckled,
ignoring Amanda’s struggles. He almost carried her off the floor before dragging her back into the sitting room and threw her on

the sofa heavily.
Her belly ached faintly at the impact; the woman in the bedroom wearing a bathrobe walked out, showing her slender pale-
skinned legs, her long hair scattered around her shoulder and chest and her voice extreme sweet: "Bill, your wife is here, how
horrifying.”
Bill Fu held out a hand to her: "Lily, come here and meet my darling wife, Amanda."
The woman obediently walked barefoot to his side and threw herself elegantly into his arms, her eyes staring and challenging
Amanda all the way.