I grabbed my phone with a puzzled look and saw that Ayna was downstairs in the hotel lobby, dressed in a cleaner's uniform. She was holding a press conference as the heiress of the Sweeney family.

However, the good thing was that I noticed that the burning, lusting sensation in my body had subsided. It seemed that I would be safe as long as I got her away from Eric after all.

She faced the reporters, her face filled with righteous indignation.

"I was betrothed to Mr. Eric Morgan of the Morgan family when I was little. We are actually legally married to each other!

"But Melody Hartman stole my husband, Eric Morgan, away from me for five whole years just because she saved the Morgan family years ago, and because of her own hypersexuality—or sex addiction condition—and told the entire world that she was his legally-wedded wife instead!

"And today, she even abducted me, tore my clothes off, and threw me out of the room just so that she could enjoy the thrills of sexing up my husband with me at the door!

"I really don't know how I would still have the will to live if a passing cleaner didn't save me just now…"

I felt a wave of nausea in my stomach, but I didn't panic.

Back then, the Morgan family was on the verge of bankruptcy, and it was my dad, Nick Hartman, who generously used his military background and helped them through the crisis.

Eric immediately began pursuing me relentlessly after that, even declaring publicly that he would rather die alone than marry someone else if he couldn't have me.

Dad finally agreed to let me marry him after seeing how sincere Eric seemed toward me, believing he had finally found someone who would love and protect his daughter for the rest of her life.

Yet, little did he know that his good-for-nothing son-in-law would immediately begin sleeping with his long-coveted childhood sweetheart as soon as he died from a mysterious heart attack, considering he had always been in the pink of health before it happened.

Eric probably never imagined that the seemingly pure and innocent Ayna he'd known since childhood was actually a sex addict!

I didn't know how she'd managed to suppress or hide it before, but she'd always thought of me as a thorn in her side right after I married Eric, even resorting to using black magic against me now.

The paparazzi exchanged bewildered glances with each other, unable to fathom such a juicy, sensational piece of gossip between such wealthy families.

They practically shoved their mic packs into her mouth while asking her a barrage of questions.

"Ms. Sweeney! We all know that Mr. Eric Morgan and Ms. Melody Hartman had the biggest wedding of the century, and he certainly doesn't seem like he was forced into doing that!

"However, there's a rumor that you were the one pestering Ms. Hartman all along, and she had been nothing but magnanimous and tolerant with you without retaliating at all.

"This is your words against hers, and we need proof. Otherwise, how do you expect us to believe you? We think that you're just slandering Ms. Hartman out of spite after throwing yourself one too many times at Mr. Morgan!"

"After all, Ms. Hartman has always been a composed and dignified woman. She doesn't seem like someone who's as promiscuous as you claim that she is. Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the Hartman family for spouting nonsense like this?"

Ayna remained calm in the face of the questions thrown at her. A cold smile then played on her lips.

"You've all just been fooled by Melody's feigned composed and gentle demeanor! That's all just an act!

"Just listen to this lewd recording of her sleeping with Eric after locking me out of the room! Just listening to it makes me cringe!"

She then turned the volume on her phone all the way up as she played a recording of the sounds from the room earlier.

The paparazzi immediately blushed in embarrassment and began doubting themselves.

"They always said that wealthy people often had wild fantasies and fetishes in private… They would have just done the deed at home if they were a legitimately married couple. Why would they come all the way to a hotel, where Ms. Sweeney would be able to hear them instead?"

Ayna didn't even hesitate to produce the surveillance footage from the hotel hallway to cement her words being the truth.

Everyone could clearly see the part when she was kicked out naked from the room, and the media finally looked convinced.

She grinned smugly and pushed it even farther.

"If she's innocent, then she wouldn't need to prove herself. She's right upstairs now. Let me bring you all up to confront her!"

A short while later, the paparazzi were all at our door, blocking the way completely as they banged on the door in a deafening manner.

I didn't know where Ayna got the guts to confront us like this, but how could I, Eric's legal wife, possibly be afraid of a side chick like her?

I opened the door defiantly and faced the crowd as they threw a barrage of questions at me. Then, I responded assertively, "Everyone witnessed what a spectacle my wedding to Eric was, so there is absolutely nothing for me to explain!

"As for you, Ms. Sweeney, you're from a wealthy family yourself, and yet, I don't understand why you still have the guts to be so shameless as to covet another woman's husband!"

Ayna just grinned brightly and suddenly pulled out two marriage certificates from her purse.

"I also don't know how you have the guts to cling to another woman's husband as the shameless side chick instead, even announcing it publicly in such a proud manner!"

I was stunned as I quickly snatched the documents from her hands to take a closer look.

The contents sent a chill straight down my spine.

It was Eric and Ayna's marriage certificate, and it was legitimate!

Suddenly, I remembered when Eric and I were supposed to get our marriage certificates together. He claimed it was a small matter and that he could handle it all by himself.

However, he came back empty-handed that evening with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I'm never going to let you see the cert. What if you got tired of me someday and used it to file for divorce from me?

"I've already hidden it away in a safe spot so you'll never lose it!"

I thought his playfulness was rather cute back then. I had really imagined being with him for the rest of my life, and so, I didn't even question it and just let him have it for safekeeping.

But now that I thought of it, it had been a major red flag from the start.

The commotion at the door jolted Eric awake. He walked out with a gaunt expression and was immediately taken aback by the crowd.

He especially panicked when his gaze fell on the marriage certificates in Ayna's hands.

He knew that if news of their marital discord spread now, the stock price for Morgan Group, which had only just begun stabilizing, would be in dire peril.

So, he had no choice but to pull me aside and explain himself.

"It's just a misunderstanding, Mel. I promised Ayna that I would marry her when I was little, but then I met you, and you're now the only love of my life.

"However, I couldn't possibly break my childhood promise to Ayna, so I left the honor and title of being my wife to you and only appeased her with the certs. This way, I would never let either one of you down.

"But if you don't like it, then I'll divorce her immediately tomorrow!"

I stared at Eric incredulously.

To think that I, the daughter of an elite billionaire, would actually turn out to be the side chick all along, even though I was already living my second lifetime!

No wonder Ayna had shamelessly claimed at their grand wedding that she was simply reclaiming her rightful title after my death in my past life.

I had always referred to myself as "Mrs. Morgan" in both lifetimes while parading across town, and I had turned out to be the joke of the century after all!

However, a wave of heat and lust suddenly surged through me before I could even straighten my thoughts out.

Shit. Ayna was having another one of her episodes again!

I glanced up and saw her hiding behind the crowd, her hands roaming over her body as her face turned red and her grin smug.

"Enjoy yourself, bitch!"

A split second later, I felt limp all over.

My heart sank. So, it didn't matter who triggered her sex addiction episode. They would all still be transferred to me!

So, Ayna hadn't really called the people up here to confront me, but to humiliate me in public!

The most horrible thing was that each time the symptoms flared up, my conscious mind was still crystal clear, but my body would go completely out of control.

I found myself grabbing the nearest male paparazzo as I spoke in a seductive voice, my eyes glazed over.

"Quick, I can't take it anymore. Save me! Do it with me!"

Everyone immediately turned to look at Eric in astonishment, unable to believe that I had publicly cuckolded him.

Several paparazzi quickly took a few steps back when they saw the dark look on his face.

"Ms. Hartman! You should still have some self-respect even if you and Mr. Morgan aren't really married to each other!"

I resisted inwardly, but my body just disobeyed me and grabbed the paparazzo's hand, placing it on my chest.

"Stop talking nonsense and come in with me now! I promise I'll satisfy you!"

Eric's eyes sharpened as he slapped me hard.

"Melody Hartman! How could you resort to such despicable means just to get revenge on me! And to think that you still accused Ayna of being a sex addict when it's obvious now who the sex addict really is!

"Ayna's still standing there without moving a muscle! I'd love to see how you're going to worm your way out of your ridiculous lies this time!"

He slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor in a heap. Hatred rose in my heart, but my body remained prostrate at his feet while I looked at him with seductive allure in my eyes.

"Save me, Eric! You have to save me… I feel so hollow inside… I want the pole in the hole!"

Ayna grinned smugly as she pointed her camera toward me.

"You're seeing it now, aren't you, everyone? The so-called dignified heiress of the Hartman family is nothing but a promiscuous, shameless slut who enjoys stealing other people's husbands to sleep with them!"

The media were convinced, and the paparazzi immediately began taking photos of all the slutty poses I was making on the ground, their flashlights going off one after another.

Someone even began live-streaming me, instantly sparking a heated discussion online.

The headline, "Sex-addicted heiress steals another woman's husband and begs a male reporter for sex in public out of sexual frustration", immediately began trending online.

The entire internet began raining insults and condemnation on me.

"Who would have thought that such a dignified heiress would be so reckless and shameless after all!"

"The late Mr. Hartman used to be an upright and righteous man. How could he have had such a despicable woman as his daughter?"

"She even stole someone else's husband and flaunted him as her own! She's gone mad with lust for men!"

"What's Mr. Morgan still waiting for, an invitation to divorce her? I swear I'm going to sell all my Morgan Group shares immediately if he doesn't distance himself from this slut!"

When Eric saw that, he had a sudden realization and shoved me away in disgust, his expression heartbroken.

"Melody Hartman! You pretended to be a gentle and virtuous woman in the past, but I never thought you would turn out to be such a scoundrel after all!

"I had wanted to give you a grand and respectable wedding out of consideration for the Hartman family's favor toward us, but you didn't appreciate it!

"And now, everyone has witnessed your wanton and unruly behavior. It would be a huge disgrace to my family if I were to have anything to do with you again!

"I hereby declare that I have absolutely nothing to do with you anymore! Now that Mr. Hartman Senior's dead, you're basically no different from a street slut without me!"

The last line made the men in the crowd gulp in excitement.

"Mr. Morgan… Are you saying that you won't hold us accountable for whatever we do to her now?"

Eric's eyes turned cold.

"Of course. Seeing how seriously ill she is, she'll probably even thank you all for saving her afterward!"

Eric's reputation soared online at once, and his stock price actually rose because he was distancing himself from me.

Several lewd, disgusting men then rubbed their hands together as they approached me, their foul breath making me feel dizzy. Yet, my burning body kept pressing against them, practically throwing myself into their arms.

I was immediately thrown onto the bed by those men as they continued rubbing their hands together and discussing the order of events they were going to do to me.

Meanwhile, Ayna snuggled tightly into Eric's arms with an even more smug grin on her face.

"Everyone witnessed it, Ms. Hartman, that you were the one who instigated this debauchery on your own! The Hartman family's century-old reputation as a respected military family is now ruined in your hands. Let's see if you'll still actually have the guts to face anyone after this!"

Her words stung me. I simply couldn't understand what kind of evil spell she had to have cast on me to put me in such a horrible and wretched situation, even after my rebirth!

The intense pain somehow brought a brief moment of clarity, and I struggled hard to get up and flee. However, I happened to glance at my pale face in the mirror just then, and a flash of realization suddenly dawned on me.

So, this was how she did it!

I suddenly stopped myself from trying to run away. A smirk then played on my lips.

Since Ayna had gone to such lengths to do this to me, I was going to play along with her till the end!

Ayna's expression changed in the next instant.