Chapter 83

They could've just said they couldn't come up with a design instead of wasting Mia's time.

What really ticked her off was that these designers turned around and blamed her, saying her ideas were unrealistic and impractical. The most outrageous one even said he'd contact her husband to see if he agreed.

This was just ridiculous!

Mia's family owned a company, and she was their only daughter. Even her husband's job was given to him by her parents. Did she really need her husband's approval to renovate their house?

"Ms. Windsor, I'm usually very busy and don't have time to oversee the renovation on-site. You handle the materials and budget; I just want the final product," Mia said.

Christina thought to herself: What a great client!

Christina quoted a standard market price and then took out a prepared contract from her bag. "We need a 30% deposit before we start the design, another 40% after the design is completed, and the remaining balance once the house is fully renovated."

"That's fine," Mia said, signing her name on the contract and transferring the deposit to Christina.

After discussing the sunroom's design, Mia shared her ideas for the front and back yards. "How long will it take you to complete the design?"

"About three days. I need to do some measurements first. Ms. Mia Wilson, would you prefer to give me a key or set a temporary code?" Christina asked.

Mia immediately took a key out of her bag and handed it to her.

People often connect by fate, and Mia felt Christina was reliable from their first meeting. Besides, no one lived in the villa, and there were no valuables inside. Giving Christina the key was no big deal. "You can go anytime to take measurements. If possible, I'd like the progress to be quick."

Christina put the key in her bag.

Since Mia was in a hurry and Christina had no plans for the evening, she took a cab to the seaside after leaving the café.

Mia had already informed the security at the community. When Christina arrived, the guard didn't stop her and even helpfully pointed her in the right direction. "Ms. Mia Wilson's villa is the one at the very end. Don't get lost."

"Thank you," Christina said, following his directions and quickly finding Mia's villa.

She used the key to open the door and saw a red dress on the sofa, very revealing in style. Several pairs of high heels were scattered on the floor.

These obvious signs of life suggested that Ms. Mia Wilson had been staying here recently. Christina decided to call Mia to avoid any awkward timing issues, like walking in on the couple.

When Mia answered, she frowned. "How could that be? I haven't been there in a while, and my husband has been traveling a lot. The villa should be empty. That's why I gave you the key. Take some photos of the clothes and send them to me."

Christina's intuition told her something was off.

She had a vague suspicion but didn't want to jump to conclusions about someone else's personal matters. She took photos of the entire living room and sent them to Mia.

The moment Mia saw the photos, her face darkened, and her heart sank. The clothes and shoes weren't hers. Could her husband be cheating on her?

"Ms. Windsor, could you check the other rooms for signs of occupancy and send me photos if you find anything?" Mia took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure.

"Don't worry, I'll compensate you for your help," Mia added.

Christina could hear the sadness in her voice. No woman could easily accept her husband's betrayal, especially someone as vibrant and confident as Mia.

Christina sighed. "I was going to check the villa anyway. You don't need to pay me extra."

As a fellow woman, she wanted to help as much as she could.

The villa had four floors. Christina checked each room. Besides the living room, the master bedroom on the fourth floor showed signs of use, with messy sheets and used tissues on the floor.

She took more photos and sent them to Mia.

"Ms. Windsor, you can go home for now. I'll meet you at the villa tomorrow morning. My husband is supposed to be on a business trip, and I want to see the place myself," Mia said, wiping away her tears.

She couldn't tolerate betrayal. If her husband no longer loved her, they could divorce amicably. But she couldn't stand infidelity. She had helped him rise to a high position and could just as easily bring him down.

The next morning, Christina and Mia arrived at the villa together.

Mia's eyes were red, clearly from crying the night before.

She stood at the door, steeling herself, then pushed it open. The first thing she saw was her husband's briefcase in the entryway.

"Isn't it funny? He claims to be on a business trip to provide a better life for me and our child, but his bag is here while he's supposedly away. What a liar," Mia said with a bitter laugh.

She took out a camera and told Christina, "Please wait downstairs. I need to gather some evidence."

Christina nodded.

After Mia went upstairs, Christina waited in the living room.

Suddenly, a woman with long, wavy hair and scanty clothing emerged from the bathroom. She looked Christina up and down with hostility. "Does your family know you're a prostitute? So young and already a homewrecker. You're shameless! Aiden is my husband."

Christina almost laughed in disbelief.

This woman, dressed like that in Mia's house, was clearly the mistress. And now she was insulting Christina!

Christina retorted, "Are you sure Aiden is your husband? Do you have a marriage certificate?"

"I..." The woman was momentarily speechless.

But she quickly regained her composure. She had seen Mia's photo and knew Christina didn't look like her. So she assumed Christina was another mistress and felt emboldened.

"I've known Aiden for five years. We have a son together. If he's not my husband, then whose is he? You shameless woman!"

"William, isn't that Christina? What's she doing in someone else's house?" Jennifer's voice suddenly came from outside.