When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 265

Then, Jethro suddenly sat up straight. He furiously wiped the tears from his face with a handful of tissues. His handsome face, so similar to Yosef's, was now a mask of ice. He was done mourning. He wouldn't waste another second of grief on this. A thought then struck him. Artina was far from innocent or pure; she was clearly very experienced. Very. He suddenly recalled that day in the villa, after their first kiss, when Artina had disappeared into the bathroom for a full ten minutes. What had she been doing? At the time, his naive mind had assumed she was just shy, or perhaps genuinely using the restroom. But now, he thought differently. With that thought, Jethro immediately made a call. The smart-home security system in these high-end villas provided comprehensive coverage, leaving no blind spots—not even in the bathrooms or bedrooms. The purpose wasn't to spy on the owners, but to provide security in case of emergencies. Of course, access to footage from these private areas was restricted. The recordings were automatically encrypted, and only the owner, using a specific password, could retrieve them. This feature wasn't mandatory; it was typically enabled for new properties or upon an owner's specific request. For example, owners who traveled abroad for months at a time would want full surveillance. On the other hand, a happily married couple living there full-time wouldn’t want cameras in their private spaces, capturing their intimate moments. But this villa was practically new; they had only stayed one night. As a new property that was previously just maintained by staff, its full surveillance system had been active. All Jethro needed was the source file, which he could then access with his owner password. Soon, an encrypted video file arrived on his device. Jethro entered his password, opened the video, and started searching. He knew the exact time, so he quickly found the clip: the moment Artina entered the bathroom. After watching it, Jethro was once again left utterly stunned. She had been so desperately horny that she'd had to take care of herself in the bathroom? That horny, and yet she still had the nerve to present herself as a pure, innocent virgin. But what sent a wave of pure rage and revulsion through him was the name she was moaning… it was his brother’s. Yosef. It was utterly absurd, a complete shattering of his worldview. In that moment, Jethro nearly lost his mind. She was in the mansion he had given her, basking in his affection. She was reveling in the luxury he’d provided—the sleek new car, the sprawling estate, and the black card that came with a limitless ceiling. They had just shared a kiss. And yet, when her desires weren't met, she snuck into the bathroom to pleasure herself while moaning his own brother's name. It was the ultimate humiliation. Who the hell did she want? Matteo? Him? His brother? Or did she want them all? Jethro felt another wave of nausea and immediately called Henrietta. Henrietta had been waiting for his call, getting bored. Yosef was even more frustrated, having hoped for another round with his wife. Finally, the call came. Henrietta answered. Before she could speak, Jethro’s voice, a strange mix of pain, disgust, and rage, came through the line. “I’m done reading. And I found something else… something even more disgusting.” “What?” Henrietta was surprised. Could there be something more disgusting? What else could Jethro possibly have on Artina? Jethro explained what he had seen on the video. “I can’t believe she’s after my brother too!” he finished, his voice raw. “She accused you of wanting every man in sight, but she’s the one who wants them all! It’s sickening!” Henrietta was speechless. This was a twist she hadn’t seen coming. She knew Artina was repulsive, but this was a new low, even for her. She had the phone on speaker, so Yosef heard everything. He looked utterly disgusted. The husband and wife exchanged a look, both at a loss for words. Jethro fell silent on the other endHenrietta couldn't help but tease, “Yosef, you’re quite the heartbreaker, aren’t you?” Yosef looked as though he’d just tasted something utterly putrid.

“She’s worthy of my name? Just hearing about her makes me sick.” “Brother, you were right about her from the start,” Jethro said. Yosef’s expression was cold. “At the banquet that night, I told you her intentions were impure and her acting was clumsy.” Jethro went quiet again, perhaps overwhelmed by the pain. Henrietta also felt her stomach churn. The thought of Artina… moaning Yosef’s name at that moment… it was too much for her to handle as well. What was truly bizarre was that Artina and Yosef had barely interacted. How had she become obsessed with him? It was just plain weird. It seemed she wanted any man, or rather, any *successful* man. “So what’s your decision?” Henrietta asked, taking a deep breath. “Are you supporting my plan, or… do you want me to drop it?” As she said it, she felt a flicker of nervousness. It suddenly occurred to her that the evidence she had given Jethro was almost tame in comparison. The bathroom incident probably dealt a much bigger blow to Jethro's pride. After all, she was 'taking care of herself' while moaning his brother's name. This went beyond being a cuckold. This was a spectacular, multi-layered humiliation that was in a league of its own. Henrietta waited anxiously for his answer. Then she heard Jethro's voice, firm and cold. “I support you. I absolutely support you. What she’s done is depraved, immoral, and shows a complete disregard for human decency. If the law can’t punish her, then she deserves to be taught a lesson.”