Chapter 595
As the car approached, Fleur opened the automated iron gate. Wilma, enjoying Melody’s luxurious life, stepped out.
Melody screamed, “You bitch! I’ll tear you apart!” Furious, she charged forward, attempting to subdue Wilma. Nearby bodyguards intervened, restraining Melody.
“You idiots! I’m your employer! The real owner! How could you not recognize me? I’m Melody, the owner of this estate!” she shrieked hysterically.
But they saw only a raving lunatic. She was ejected, discarded like trash. She landed hard, the pain excruciating.
The taxi driver, realizing he wouldn't be paid, cursed his luck and sped off. The car disappeared, the iron gate clanging shut. Wilma stood elegantly at the entrance, surrounded by over twenty luxury shopping bags.
Outside the gate, Melody, covered in dirt, watched helplessly as her life was stolen. Anger, hatred, and fury consumed her; her eyes were bloodshot, her fists clenched. Regret finally hit her.
She realized her folly in switching bodies with Tiffany. Not only had it failed, but she'd been completely tricked. She remembered placing Tiffany in the experimental chamber, but it was Wilma who ended up inside.
Someone must have tampered with the machine while she was unconscious. Lorenzo, the operator, had no motive; he hated Tiffany as much as she did. No one else could have done it so quickly.
Melody’s mind raced, her heart pounded. To find answers, she had to confront Tiffany. Wiping away tears, she stormed off.
It was Sunday, a rare day off. Tiffany slept late. After leisurely washing, she went downstairs, where the housekeeper approached her. "Miss Kelley, someone's waiting outside. She arrived last night and has been waiting since. Shall I show her in?"
Tiffany asked, "Who is it?"
"I'm not sure. I've never seen her before. She claims to be Miss Melody Princeton," the housekeeper replied cautiously, her tone laced with disdain. Melody was a sensitive subject in the Kelley household; no one could forgive her attempted murder of Thalia.
Tiffany raised an eyebrow and went outside. Beyond the villa's iron gate stood Wilma—tanned, sweaty, greasy, with visible pores and blackheads. She looked disheveled and dusty, as if she'd been waiting for hours.
Tiffany asked in surprise, "Who are you?"
Melody, furious at Tiffany's feigned ignorance, gripped the gate. "You're the reason I'm like this, and you pretend not to know me? Tiffany, you've ruined my life!"
"I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about," Tiffany replied, her expression innocently amused. She hadn't intended to harm anyone, but she wouldn't be a victim either. Melody had started this with underhanded tactics; Tiffany felt no guilt about the repercussions.
Tiffany turned to leave. Melody reached out, but the gate prevented her from even touching Tiffany's back.
She shouted, "Tiffany, you'll get what you deserve! Karma will find you!"
Tiffany paused. She'd already faced karma's consequences. She'd foolishly loved Kenneth, blindly trusted Sandra, and even gone to prison for Melody's crime. Melody had then reveled in Tiffany's suffering, even mocking her. Five years of imprisonment had transformed Tiffany from a respected young lady into a despised prisoner, while Melody remained flawless and innocent.
Tiffany smirked coldly. "Is that so? Let's see who's caught by karma first."
Watching Tiffany leave, Melody's anger flared. She had an idea: use Wilma's body to get revenge before reclaiming her own. Even if she committed crimes, once back in her body, she wouldn't bear the consequences.
Calming herself, Melody sneered and left Cedar Ridge Villa.
Wilma, meanwhile, was ecstatic. She wore a five-figure designer dress—the most expensive item she’d ever owned. In the past, she couldn't afford such things, and even if she could, she wouldn’t have looked good in them. But now, in Melody’s body, with flawless skin, perfect lips and dazzling eyes, she looked stunning.
She squealed with delight, pulling another new dress from the overflowing wardrobe. Dozens of shopping bags littered the floor, the spoils of a recent shopping spree. In half an hour, she'd spent $40,000. She wished it could last forever.
Her phone rang—June. She hesitated before answering. Two days earlier, after securing a position at Luna Villa, June had warned her: after the body swap, she must follow orders. Wilma was supposed to get paid and then return to her own body. But now, Wilma didn't want to go back. She was beautiful, wealthy, and free. She wouldn't return to her old life.