Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 108

She watched Audrey bend over and hide the camera in the planter. Seeing the triumphant smirk on the woman's face, Hazel's lips twitched upward, a cold glint in her eyes.

They had orchestrated this entire mess. They were bringing this upon themselves.

Once Audrey was gone, Hazel stepped out from the shadows. She walked over to tub number 6, bent down, and retrieved the device from the soil.

The camera was already recording, its tiny red indicator light blinking. She glanced across the aisle at tub number 9. Evelyn still hadn't come out.

She bent down and adjusted the device's angle. It remained hidden inside the planter by number 6, but with a slight tilt, the framing completely shifted. It would capture an entirely different target.

She brushed the dirt off her hands and walked inside her room.

The water temperature was perfect, the rising steam blurring her vision.

Hazel leaned against the edge of the tub, closing her eyes to relax. Her face was completely devoid of emotion. Soon after, she heard footsteps next door—Evelyn had entered her room. There was the sound of splashing water, followed by Evelyn softly humming a tune. She clearly seemed to be in a fantastic mood.

About half an hour later, Evelyn stepped out of her tub wrapped in a towel, a bright smile on her face. She was just about to find Audrey when she saw her walking over from the other side.

Both women were practically glowing with excitement. They were dying to check their phones and revel in the online fallout.

Hazel stepped out right at that moment, wearing her robe with her hair wrapped in a towel.

A news notification instantly popped onto the screen. The headline was glaring: Institute Researcher Livestreams in Public Bathhouse, Graphic Footage Leaked.

She tapped it. The video was already going viral. In the footage, a woman was bathing in a tub. Despite the heavy steam, her face was perfectly visible. The comments section was flooded with vile insults, the misogyny on full display.

Audrey's tactic was incredibly vicious. She had shown zero solidarity with her fellow woman.

Hazel's lips slowly curved upward, a cold smile settling in her eyes. This was exactly what they meant by karma. Play wicked games, win wicked prizes.

She locked her phone, stood up, grabbed her purse, and headed for the exit. She was done with this mess. From start to finish, she hadn't actively plotted anything—she merely played along with the scene they had directed.