MY WIFE IS A STRIPPER
CHAPTER TWELVE
In all indications, Patricia had no idea that I was aware of her evil deeds. She went about the house like nothing had happened, maintaining her usual demeanor. I made sure to give her no reason to suspect me. I continued going on dates with Cilia, went to work as usual, and kept up with my regular routines. But beneath the surface, I was carefully plotting my next move.
I hired someone to follow Patricia everywhere she went, instructing him to gather information and take pictures that could be used as evidence against her. His mission was clear: uncover more about the kidnapping operation and bring back undeniable proof of Patricia’s involvement. Over time, he discovered that Patricia was indeed an undercover child trafficker, someone who had been living in my uncle’s house for years without arousing any suspicion.
I thought I had everything under control, that I was one step ahead. But then, one day, my investigator didn’t return from his surveillance. The next morning, his body was found in an unfinished building, lifeless and cold. The reality hit me like a sledgehammer Patricia had figured it out. She knew I was the one who had been following her, and she was aware that I knew everything.
When she came home that evening, she pretended as though nothing had changed, but I could see it in her eyes. She watched me more closely, and there was a certain tension in the air, especially when she thought I wasn’t looking. It was only a matter of time before the tension boiled over.
I knew I had to act fast. I went to Cilia and handed over all the evidence I had collected against Patricia. I told her that if anything happened to me, she should immediately go to the police. Cilia, though scared, promised to do as I asked.
To stay away from Patricia and the man who had been blackmailing him, my uncle decided to travel to another town. He needed time to think, to process everything that had happened. Before he left, I briefed him on everything I had uncovered and assured him that I was doing all I could to protect him and get to the bottom of this.
A few days later, while I was at work, I received a message from an unknown number. It was a photo of Cilia, looking terrified, with a simple yet chilling message: “If you don’t want her to be harmed, you’d better keep your mouth shut. Bring everything you have against Patricia to Hilton tomorrow evening.”
My heart raced as I stared at the image, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Patricia had gone too far, and now Cilia’s life was in danger. I realized that this was the final showdown. There was no turning back now I had to face Patricia and end this, once and for all.
But how? How could I ensure Cilia’s safety while also bringing Patricia to justice? I had to come up with a plan, and quickly. Time was running out, and every second mattered.
The next evening at Hilton would determine everything whether I could outsmart Patricia and save Cilia, or whether I’d fall into her trap just as so many others had before me.
And as I sat there, the message burned into my mind, I knew one thing for sure: this was going to be the most dangerous night of my life.
TO BE CONTINUED
