This time, I wasn't scared or uneasy.
I felt ready to pay them back in the same way they had treated me.
I looked up as Jessica called my name.
"You know you've been drooling over my Martins and desperately trying to get his attention. But as you can see, he never looked at you the same way or treated you the way he treats me," she said mockingly.
The crowd murmured.
"What a shame… how could she do that?"
"She's a homewrecker. Mr. Thompson should be careful around her."
"Anyways, since you're here, I believe you came with something. Everyone brought a gift for my birthday, and I'm sure you came with one too or you are too broke to afford one " Jessica continued.
"So, I'm curious… what do you have to offer?"
I stood up, full of confidence.
"Nice statement coming out from a fraudster
You should both be ashamed of yourselves."
Martins cut in, "You don't have to say anything if you didn't bring anything."
"And you, Martins," I continued, "you're a coward. I thought you were brave. I can't believe you were once someone I loved and cherished. But now, I'm done. You two deserve each other."
I turned to the crowd.
"Yes, everyone. I'm Agnes…the 'lover girl.' I loved Martins so much that I would do anything for him and believe every word he said.
But I am not a homewrecker. I never knew they were still together. He lied to me. I'm not saying this for you to believe me, but to clear my name."
I looked straight at Martins.
"And Martins… I will make you regret ignoring me more than you ever expected."
"What do you mean?" he asked, curious.
"Of course, I have a birthday gift for you, Jessica," I said coldly.
I opened a file of her intimate pictures and flung it into the air, the contents scattered everywhere, exposing everything to the crowd." Then,
I dipped my hand into my purse and brought out my phone.
All eyes were on me. Even Thompson looked curious.
I played the video.
Jessica's voice filled the room:
"How do you cope dating two hot, rich guys at once?" one of her friends asked.
"Oh, it's easy. I just play cool, cute, and sweet…and it always works. Especially with Martins. He's so dumb and foolish,"
she laughed.
"I can't wait for him to give me those shares and the new building he promised, then I'll dump him and be with the person I truly want. Who would want to be with a man like him? He actually thinks I love him," she added, laughing.
"When is he giving you the shares?" her friend asked.
"At my birthday party," she replied proudly. "After that, I'll fake my death and start a new life with my baby daddy."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm pregnant… and the father isn't Martins."
I ended the video.
Jessica rushed to Martins, clutching his arm.
"You can't believe that! The video is fake. That's not me. You know I love you. She's just jealous!"
Martins pushed her away.
"Jessica, explain what's going on," he said angrily.
"No, Martins! Don't believe Agnes. The video is fake!" She turned to me. "What are you trying to do? You went this far just because you're jealous? You want to ruin me?"
"Jealous?" I echoed. "You don't have anything I'd be jealous of."
"Of course you are! Martins loves me.." she added
"Why would I be jealous of something that was never mine?" I cut in. "And why would I get back at you for picking up the trash I already left behind?"
"How dare you call me trash?" Martins snapped.
"Oh please, Mr. Dumb Foolish Man," I replied calmly. "You've been taking care of another man's child ,soon-to-be wife with another man and you're still forming boss.
A fake liar and arrogant coward, what a great, perfect match
You two truly deserve each other."
"Martins, please send her out! She's ruining my birthday! Security!" Jessica screamed.
Three men rushed forward to drag me away.
"Stop."
Thompson's voice cut through the chaos.
"How dare you touch her?" he said, his voice boiling with anger.
He stepped closer to me.
"Are you okay?"
That question felt familiar… but I couldn't place it ,
Meanwhile, Martins suddenly froze, realization dawning on his face. The bakery… the cake guy… Mr. Thompson.so it was him
He muttered to himself, shocked.
"Mr. Thompson, I'm very sorry, but this lady is a liar. She would do anything to get your attention," Martins said.
Thompson responded with a slap.
Then another.
"I'm sorry, sir," Martins stammered.
"You are truly dumb," Thompson said coldly. "And you don't deserve someone like Agnes. That's why you ended up with a liar like her," he added, pointing at Jessica.
She flinched.
"You believed everything she said and couldn't see the truth , even when it was played right in front of you."
He turned to the crowd.
"The video is not fake. It's real. Call a doctor and confirm if she's pregnant."
Martins looked shaken.
"Are you really pregnant?"
"No! I'm not!" Jessica denied quickly.
"Bring a doctor," Martins ordered.
Martins please don't , just hand over the share and the remaining gift.
do not listen to Agnes Jessica pleaded
Minutes later, the doctor arrived.
They exchanged greetings and she took Jessica in for the test.
"Congratulations," he said. "She's eight weeks pregnant."
"What?!" Martins shouted.
He grabbed Jessica.
"How could you do this to me? I trusted you! I loved you! I gave you everything!"
"I'm sorry… it was a mistake," she cried. "I didn't know it would end like this. I love you!"
"Shut up!" he roared. "You loved me because I was a fool just like you said!"
I scoffed "a big one"
He snatched the diamond necklace from her neck.
"I'll make sure you pay for this."
I clapped slowly.
"Wonderful show
What a brilliant performance .
Now you want to act like a man?" I said. "When all you did was sleep with your secretary? Or did you think I wouldn't find out?"
"What?!" Jessica gasped. "You slept with your secretary?"
Martins slapped her.
"How dare you judge me, you whore!"
They both lunged at each other, fighting, while journalists eagerly captured every moment.
Then Thompson spoke again, cold and final:
"Martins, I hereby cancel my contract with your company. And any company that works with you will face consequences."
"No! Mr. Thompson, please!" Martins begged.
He turned to me, dropped to his knees.
"Agnes, I'm sorry. Please beg him on my behalf I know you still love me "
I looked at him without emotion.
"Jessica… I hope you both enjoyed the gift I brought."
Then I turned and walked out of the party.
"Agnes, wait …!