Chapter 11 Emily's POV

Emily's POV My fiancé and 10 human men? It must be very exciting, and also a goldmine of evidence. Unfortunately, the private room Blake was in had begun to be occupied and the waiters had left it. It was nearly impossible to get in at the moment. Perhaps Nora could help me. I explained what I wanted to do without going into the specifics of why. Nora didn't question me and agreed immediately. With Nora's help, everything went very smoothly. The power of the room where Blake was in had been cut off, therefore they had to find another room. I was going to leave as soon as I placed a hidden camera, but when I reached the door, I found that someone had entered the room. I thought it was Blake, so I dashed into a nearby closet. But to my surprise, the person followed me into the closet. The closet was very cramped, and I was very close to that person. I had to expel him immediately. I said, "This is my territory now. Who are you? Why are you hiding here? Leave at once." I couldn't let some stranger destroy my golden opportunity! The person said, "I'm here because my lover is here." It was a very familiar voice! I looked up and confirmed the person's identity upon seeing their face. "Owen, what are you doing here?" I asked while adjusting the camera's angle. "Should I be somewhere else when my lover's looking for a man behind my back?" he asked in response. "What right do you have to say that! You clearly have..." Before I could finish, there was a sound at the door. It was a waiter bringing Blake and the 10 men in. I shut my mouth right away. Once the waiter left, the sound of men moaning crescendoed across the room. The atmosphere was exciting and chaotic. Everyone had either never cheated on someone or they had done so countless times. Even Jeremy had been cheated on. The resulting video would be incriminating enough to steamroll Blake's reputation. At this moment, I began to regret why I didn't head out early. It was really stuffy in the closet. Knowing one person was inside with me made me even more uncomfortable. I kept thinking about the woman I had seen in the bridal store. The feeling of betrayal was too unbearable, and pregnancy was adding insult to injury. That was why I could no longer involve myself with Owen. I had to convey this to him later. About two hours later, the people outside the closet were finally about to leave. I immediately went for the door but for some reason, I couldn't open it. I pulled the doorknob hard a few times to no avail. "Stop fumbling around!" Owen's voice was slightly hoarse. Only then did I realize that when I was trying to open the door, my body was clinging to Owen's. I could clearly sense that a certain part of his body had become hard. I didn't dare to move anymore. He extended a hand to open the door. His lips were close to my ears, and I could feel them boiling over. My back was against his chest, and my body was a ball of fire. "Nice dress," Owen said suggestively. He ran his fingers across my back, and a feeling of numbness instantly overcame my brain. I hated myself a little for this. I know I shouldn't continue being with him, but my body was still responding to his movements. Also, he didn't open the door at all in the end. He just wanted to tease me. I pushed the closet open with all my strength and strode out. I said confidently, "Owen, let's never speak to each other anymore. Don't look for me ever again!"