My Husband's Intimate Game Rules - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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Mason Reynolds was spent. The tea tray crashed onto the table as he collapsed onto the couch, his chest heaving.
His anger still burned as he glared at Lily Harrison's unconscious body sprawled on the floor.
I stood in the shadows, my phone silently capturing every second—Mason's explosion of rage, the brutal blows, the way Lily crumpled under his violence.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Mason's eyes locked onto my phone. "Delete that! Now!"
I ignored him, hitting save before forwarding the footage to my email.
Perfect.
"Tiffany!" Mason barked. "Smash her phone! Do it!"
Tiffany smirked, stepping toward me, hand outstretched.
I reached out too.
Our fingers intertwined, gripping tight.
Tears blurred my vision. "Tiffany… thank you."
"I had to." Her voice was soft, her own eyes shining. "Diana… you've suffered enough."
I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.
And then we smiled—the kind of smile that comes after a long, hard-fought victory.
Mason's face twisted in confusion. "What the fuck is happening?! Tiffany, what's your deal with Diana?"
Tiffany turned to him, calm as ice.
"Isn't it obvious? This was always the plan."
"I befriended Lily online, earned her trust, let her bring me here—just so I could betray Diana in front of you."
"I made you doubt Lily. I pushed you to get that paternity test. And then I switched the results."
"And just now? That wasn't blood. It was chicken blood. I wanted you to lose control."
She held up her phone. "The police are already on their way. You beat Lily half to death. Enjoy prison."
Mason's face went slack, his eyes wide with shock.
He looked between us, still not believing it.
I gave him a cold, satisfied smile. "Every humiliation, every second of pain—I endured it all for this, Mason. The moment you brought Lily home, I started planning. How does it feel? You just murdered your own child."
"YOU BITCH!"
He lunged—but his legs buckled.
Tiffany was faster. Her foot slammed into his gut, sending him crashing to the floor, gasping.
"I'm the bitch?" I crouched over him. "You paraded Lily in front of me, fucked her in our bed, and I'm the bitch?"
"You treated me like a servant, beat me, humiliated me—and I'm the bitch?"
"You blackmailed my family, ruined my life—and I'm the bitch?"
"You and Lily planned to take everything from me—and I'm the bitch?"
Mason's eyes squeezed shut, his lips trembling in silent defeat.
Minutes later, sirens wailed outside.
By evening, the hospital called it. Lily was gone.
And when Mason heard the news in his cell?
He shattered.
His anger still burned as he glared at Lily Harrison's unconscious body sprawled on the floor.
I stood in the shadows, my phone silently capturing every second—Mason's explosion of rage, the brutal blows, the way Lily crumpled under his violence.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Mason's eyes locked onto my phone. "Delete that! Now!"
I ignored him, hitting save before forwarding the footage to my email.
Perfect.
"Tiffany!" Mason barked. "Smash her phone! Do it!"
Tiffany smirked, stepping toward me, hand outstretched.
I reached out too.
Our fingers intertwined, gripping tight.
Tears blurred my vision. "Tiffany… thank you."
"I had to." Her voice was soft, her own eyes shining. "Diana… you've suffered enough."
I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.
And then we smiled—the kind of smile that comes after a long, hard-fought victory.
Mason's face twisted in confusion. "What the fuck is happening?! Tiffany, what's your deal with Diana?"
Tiffany turned to him, calm as ice.
"Isn't it obvious? This was always the plan."
"I befriended Lily online, earned her trust, let her bring me here—just so I could betray Diana in front of you."
"I made you doubt Lily. I pushed you to get that paternity test. And then I switched the results."
"And just now? That wasn't blood. It was chicken blood. I wanted you to lose control."
She held up her phone. "The police are already on their way. You beat Lily half to death. Enjoy prison."
Mason's face went slack, his eyes wide with shock.
He looked between us, still not believing it.
I gave him a cold, satisfied smile. "Every humiliation, every second of pain—I endured it all for this, Mason. The moment you brought Lily home, I started planning. How does it feel? You just murdered your own child."
"YOU BITCH!"
He lunged—but his legs buckled.
Tiffany was faster. Her foot slammed into his gut, sending him crashing to the floor, gasping.
"I'm the bitch?" I crouched over him. "You paraded Lily in front of me, fucked her in our bed, and I'm the bitch?"
"You treated me like a servant, beat me, humiliated me—and I'm the bitch?"
"You blackmailed my family, ruined my life—and I'm the bitch?"
"You and Lily planned to take everything from me—and I'm the bitch?"
Mason's eyes squeezed shut, his lips trembling in silent defeat.
Minutes later, sirens wailed outside.
By evening, the hospital called it. Lily was gone.
And when Mason heard the news in his cell?
He shattered.
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