Chapter 205: A Sugar Baby

Monica's eyes widened, a surge of anger flooding her chest. No wonder Patrick hadn't returned home; he had a sugar baby. She quickly enlarged the woman's photo and recognized Pearl—Gabriella's best friend. Monica knew Pearl wasn't wealthy, but she never expected her to be involved with a man old enough to be her father.

Monica was furious. As a mistress herself, she feared another woman taking her place. She had treated Patrick with respect and love, and couldn't believe his betrayal. Clenching her fist, she called him.

Patrick sat on the hotel bed; Pearl was showering. He'd already bathed, awaiting her return. His phone rang—Monica. He no longer cared for Monica; her call at this moment only disappointed him.

"Monica, why are you calling so late?" he demanded angrily.

Monica had expected guilt, not anger and disdain.

"Patrick, where are you? It's late," she asked, feigning ignorance.

"I'm socializing, discussing business. I haven't time to talk," he said, attempting to end the call.

"Which CEO? I'm free; I'll join you," Monica retorted.

The bathroom door clicked open. Pearl, barely twenty, emerged in a bath towel. Seeing Patrick on the phone, she boldly hugged his waist. He felt uneasy, unable to hear Monica.

"Mr. Hart, that yellow-faced woman from your family called again," Pearl whispered, her voice laced with contempt. She despised Monica and Gabriella for a past altercation at a club. With Patrick, she enjoyed a comfortable life, a stark contrast to her previous struggles.

Patrick hugged Pearl. "Don't worry about her. Our marriage is over. I don't even go to her room anymore. My heart is with you." He was obsessed with Pearl's gentleness, a stark contrast to Monica's boisterousness. Moreover, he was her first lover, and the man who took her virginity—a contrast to his relationship with Monica. Pearl's resemblance to Joyce, Olive's mother, further solidified his infatuation.

Pearl smiled, hugging his neck. "Are you sure you haven't been to her room? I don't believe you."

"Then I'll prove it," Patrick said, pushing her onto the bed.

Monica heard the dial tone; she smashed her phone. He'd hung up on her! He must be with Pearl! She felt a surge of furious anxiety. If she didn't deal with Pearl, she would lose her position, especially since Monica was pregnant.

She called Patrick's secretary, forcing him to reveal Patrick's hotel. Grabbing her bag, she went to confront them, bringing a locksmith. The room was unlocked; they quickly entered.

Patrick and Pearl were in bed. Pearl screamed; Patrick leaped up, grabbing the blanket, glaring at Monica. "Monica, get out!"

Monica had planned her course of action. She grabbed Pearl's hair, pulling her from the bed. Pearl was no match for her.

"OMG!" Pearl screamed, covering her face.

"Bitch, you seduced my husband, my daughter's friend! You slept with her father? Since you're shameless, I'll drag you out so everyone sees what a cheap girl you are!" Monica shrieked, dragging Pearl out of the room and into the hallway.